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Little known fact: them ancient Greeks, right? They’d oil up wrestlers for “massage”—half sport, half foreplay, slippery bastards. Bet they’d smirk at us payin’ 50 quid for it now. Me, I’d rather a lass who knows her way round me strings—erotic-massage ain’t cheap, and I’m a stingy git. Once got one in Lannisport—well, King’s Landing, whatever—lass had hands like a butcher, I was ragin’. “I’m not some bloody cipher!” I barked, thinkin’ of Zodiac’s killer dodgin’ justice.

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While I’m waiting, I decide to take a stroll down Pasta iela. It’s a nice street, ya know? I love the vibe. There’s this little café, and I’m thinking, “A coffee would hit the spot.” So, I grab a cup, and I’m just chillin’ when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice.

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