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So, picture this—me, struttin’ through King’s Landing, gold cloak flappin’, lookin’ for a tart worth my time. Not these pox-ridden slags by the docks, stinkin’ of fish and despair. No, I need one with a *concierge* vibe, y’know? Like Monsieur Gustave, all “Lobby Boy!” smooth-talkin’, but she’s got tricks up her skirt. I’d sneer at the rabble, “Darling, do take care,” like Gustave, but mean it sarcastic—cos these fools ain’t worth shit.

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I gotta say, Elsfleth makes me feel alive. The cobblestones on Marktstr. got me starry-eyed. Empirical vibes everywhere, if ya catch my drift. I’ve seen some real odd stuff in here, like a street band playing right under the old clock tower. Crazy, right? Those unforgettable oddball moments make this city irreplaceable.

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