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About Patras

So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

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After that, I head back to my workshop, but I’m still chucklin’ about the goat. I grab a quick bite at the local bakery on Kapsali street. Best spanakopita ever! I’m munchin’ away, and then I overhear some folks talkin’ about the festival comin’ up. They say it’s gonna be huge this year, with music, dancing, and all that jazz. I’m thinkin’, “Great! More work for me!” But also, “Heck yeah, I’m in!”

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