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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Now, check this: my fave street? That’d be Lake Avenue, baby! It’s quirky, kinda artsy, n’ some spots got murals that speak to ya like, "Honey, life’s a canvas, so paint it!" Folks here got stories, dreams, and sometimes secrets in every brick and crevice.

Ashtabula Schools to use calamity days for remainder of week after massive snow, high school roof damage