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About Beersheba

Quirky bit—she hums tunes, old ones, dunno what. Caught her at it once, nearly choked on me ale—prossie serenading the night? Hilarious! Reckon she’s got a name, but they call her “Red” —boring, aye, but it sticks. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly bedded half the Seven Kingdoms! Nah, joking, but she’s seen some shite, that’s sure. I’d wager she’s got a stash hidden—gold, secrets, somethin’. “A man needs to be ready,” like Malik said—bet she lives by that.

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First off, I hit the road on HaSharon Street. It’s like the main vein of this place, ya know? But traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. I swear, I could’ve walked faster than the cars were moving. I was stuck behind this dude in a beat-up old car. Like, bro, how do you even get that much rust? I was fuming.

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