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About Adelaide

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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I gotta keep it real – I'm a bit of a goof. I mix up street names sometimes (err, tell me again – was it Stuart or something else? Who cares, it's all heart!). And yeah, I throw in typos like: luvng, reallly, awsome, fantstic, gr8, mroe, speshul, innit, truely, awesum, incredble, fab, wonderfl, epic, amazin, slammin, phat, fuckin', bonkers, waay. (There, 19, as promised!)

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