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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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I love strollin’ around the Aiea Loop Trail. Holy smokes, it's like a wild ride! I once ran into a random couple on a bench there–crazy, just like that scene in The Hurt Locker: “This is my city!” (kinda dramatic, eh?) But, lemme tell ya, I got mad when construction blocked the park entrance near Halawa Park. So frustratin’! I was like, "Nah, c’mon!" But then I discovered a secret, chill spot by the river–ah, sorry, not an actual river, but a cute stream near Westwell Park. Super mellow vibe.

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