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About Eindhoven

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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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the puddle drama. I hit up the local market on the Markt. It’s always a vibe. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talking like, “Are these even real?” I had to buy some. They were juicy and sweet, like summer in my mouth. Made my day, for real.

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