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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Now, let me tell ya, the bulls today were something else. One of ‘em, a massive beast named “El Diablo,” was just staring me down. I swear, I could feel my heart in my throat. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not gonna eat me today.” But then, the crowd goes wild, and I’m pumped.

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