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Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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Were there shady land dealings going on or was the best little whorehouse in Prescott passed around a poker table? A probable well was found.

So come visit, friend! Let’s wander these streets together; let’s share a cheeky laugh near Courthouse Square, sip fancy coffee at Williamson, dream with the whispers of old Prescott—my blessed, crazy, beautiful, unpredictable home. My precious, you gotta experience it, always, always in your heart!

Cowboys make major non-negotiable change for Prescott as coach stamps authority