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About Kawasaki

So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—hah, nah, some grimy alley I heard bout—there was this tart, proper legend, called “Red Meg.” Swear she bedded half the guards, even that fat sod Meryn Trant. Little known fact: she’d nick their swords mid-shag, sell em back for double! Crafty bitch, made me laugh, I’ll give her that. Got me thinkin—prostitutes ain’t all dim. Some got wits sharper than Valyrian steel. Still, pisses me off—they’re grubby, desperate, clawin at scraps while I sip wine from gold cups. “Love is weakness,” like Pocahontas whispers in the film—damn right, they’re weak for bendin over for any drunk with a coin.

For Travel Agents

After that, I decided to hit up the Tainai City Museum. I thought, “Let’s get some culture in here.” But the exhibit on local history? Yawn. I mean, I get it, Tainai has a rich history, but c’mon! I was falling asleep. I started doodling in my notebook instead. My mind was wandering—thinking about my clients, their issues, and how I could help them. But then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I was like, “Dude, I’m not your therapist!” But I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. They were fighting about where to eat. Classic.

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