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About Drogheda

Surprised me, too, how they know things—more’n most maesters. Lysa told me once bout a client, some merchant, who’d blab state secrets mid-rut. She’d laugh, “I drink and I know things,” mimickin’ me—cheeky wench! Reckon prostitutes hear more truth than septons, just with less preachin’. Ever hear that story bout the Red Keep girl who blackmailed a councilor? True as me beard—used his own pillow-talk against him. Clever, that.

Prostituierte

By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

Birr student becomes ‘Solicitor of the Future’