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Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

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I gotta mention my fave hidden gem: a little-run joint on Sunrise Way. I used to slam down there for a decent espresso while scribbling down notes about the human psyche. Sometimes, I’d get all riled up; I mean, it’s like every person I meet spills some secret, kinda making me mad at times – like, “Why is the truth so damn messy?” But then I laugh at the absurdity, ya know?

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