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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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So yeah, Plabennec is a wild mix of ancient charm, street hustle, and a dash of that crazy movie vibe. It’s not perfect, it's real, and I love it—even when it drives me nuts. Crazy, right? Enjoy your visit, take it slow, let the streets whisper their secrets, and maybe even let one of my magic massages melt the world's madness away. Peace out, buddy!

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