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About Chicago

What pisses me off? The hypocrites—lords preachin’ purity, then slippin’ coppers to a wench by midnight. Surprised me once, saw a maester there—bookish twat, thought he’d rather fuck a scroll. Happy? Oh, when the wine’s free and the girls sing—had a night like that in Dorne, lass named Ellaria twirled so fast her skirts flew off, pure chaos, loved it. “Call it, friendo,” I’d say, tossin’ a coin for her dance.

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Monasteries and brothels are buildings that attempt to combine contradictory ideas: accessible to the outside world, but committed to privacy.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

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