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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

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In King's Landing, on the Street of Silk, Criston and Aemond question a brothel owner, who assures them that Aegon's a freak, and his tastes run.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Weldon-Spring, us — it’s a real trip, ya know? I’ve been here a while, and every corner kinda whispers, "La grande bellezza," like in that flick, The Great Beauty. Seriously, man, it's like every street has its own story.

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