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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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I usually stroll through downtown by Idaho Street. It’s got quirky cafes and date spots that scream style! Crazy dates at City Park near the river made me go, “Whoa, never same again!” Oddly enough, the Pocatello River flows right by our little hideouts. Yesss, that river flows and flows! Oh my, I almost forgot – the art on the station wall is wicked cool.

City of Pocatello explains the presence of snipers at City Hall protest