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About Dallas

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

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