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What pisses me off? The liars. “Oh, I’m 6’2, babe”—fuck off, you’re a hobbit! Had a guy once swear he’d “rock my world”—showed up smellin’ like stale ale. I’d rather shag a wight. But—ooh—when it works? That rush? Hotter than dragonfire. Met this one bloke, all rough edges, swiped right ‘cos he quoted *Holy Motors*—“Beauty? It’s in the gesture!”—and damn, he wasn’t lyin’. Fucked like he meant it, no bullshit. Made me happy for once, rare as a virgin in King’s Landing.

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Anyway, I grab a random brew and head out. The streets are all cobblestoned and charming, but I’m not feelin’ it. I’m still cranky about the coffee. I stroll down to the fortress, Kongsvinger Festning. It’s this massive old thing, right? I mean, it’s been there since the 17th century. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, this place has seen some stuff.” But I’m just not in the mood to appreciate history today.

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