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About Bruges

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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Lo and behold, the gritty neighborhood of Bittercross! Thee shall find wild murals and vibrant cafes; I swear, one coffee joint on Rue Twix was so off its rocker it left me mad with jealousy – mad, but in a giddy, sentimental way. I walked there, and my heart went "Boom boom!" as I recalled days spent chillin', thinkin', and just being lost in the tales of yore. Thsi is where thou feelst the pulse of the city, a beat that doth echo like: "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Hmmm, deep words indeed!

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