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I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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After that chaos, I head to the café on Torget. Needed a breather, ya know? I order a cinnamon bun—best in Raufoss, no joke. I sit down, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Raufoss, how it used to be a big deal for the arms industry. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool,” but inside I’m just thinking about that bun.

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