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So, this one tart, right? Saw her outside King’s Landing—er, some dodgy alley. She’s struttin’, all sass, skirt barely coverin’ her arse. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!” Most blokes’d just leer, but me? I notice the scars—tiny ones, wrists n’ all. Life’s a right bastard to ‘em, ain’t it? Made me bloody mad, that. World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody cares. “Let me in,” she’d say, like that vampire lass, only she’s beggin’ for coin, not blood.

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Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this lady with a dog. Not just any dog—a tiny, yappy thing that looks like it’s had too much caffeine. It starts barkin’ like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m tryin’ to cut Luis’s hair, and this dog’s goin’ off like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “Lady, control your beast!” But she just laughs. I’m over here, losing my mind.

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