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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Life here is messy, unpredictable, and passionate – just like a wild improv session in the desert. When I'm working with clients, I see the desert as a living metaphor – barren on the outside but teemin' with hidden, explosive passion underneath. It makes you re-think intimacy and connection, like, "You are yours truly, and the world, in its glorious madness, is waiting to be loved."

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