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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down the Gore River Walk. It’s beautiful, honestly. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling a bit zen. But then, I see a bunch of kids throwing rocks into the river. I’m like, “Hey, what are you doing?” They just laugh and keep going. I can’t help but smile. Kids will be kids, right?

Show dogs have big day out in Gore