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Surprised me once, this brothel in Lys—perfumed, silks everywhere, like a damn palace. Not your usual piss-soaked shack. Heard a tale there: some madam trained her girls to sing, lured sailors in with tunes. “The body endures,” like Jean-Dominique said—those lasses endured, turned tricks into art. Fuckin’ wild, innit? Thought to meself, *Cersei, you’d run this better—more wine, less stench.*

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Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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