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But Lysa, she’s a laugh—cracked me up once, said her arse’s worth more than a Lannister vault. Cheeky bint! Surprised me too—heard she once bedded a septon, mid-prayer. Mid-prayer! Imagine the hymns that night, eh? “Oh, sweet sin, deliver us—” ha! Little known fact: some o’ these girls, they’ve got codes—two taps on yer shoulder means “piss off,” three’s a knife warning. Clever, innit?

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Next, I’m on my break, grabbin’ a coffee at that little café on Avenida da República. You know the one? The barista’s a legend. I order my usual, and he’s like, “You want extra foam?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a diva. Just gimme the coffee!” But he laughs, and I can’t help but smile. Vialonga’s got that vibe, ya know?

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