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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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Surely your own city has some hookers you could find? Well I love traveling, these trips aren't just for sex. I don't monger in my own city due to fear of cops.

I walk the streets with a vibe like, "I pity the fool who doesn't see the marvel of life here." The local taco trucks on Calle del Mar are off the hook. Their sizzling smells make me skip my massage breaks. Bro, you gotta try ’em. It's a riot of flavors smack in your face!

Sean Daniel Rincon Obituary (2025) - Redwood City, CA - Crippen & Flynn Carlmont Chapel (FD1825)