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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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Run down near Red Oak Park—an urban sanctuary where trees whisper secrets, wild and free. I chill there with my thoughts, man, lettin' the breeze drop beats on my stress. Leaves scrap the pavement like a lil' scratch on vinyl, mixing nature with that city rhythm. I’d be like, “Young Mula Baby!” as the sun dips low, reflectin’ like a hidden gem.

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