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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

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American Whore. They bought my silence, they sold my grief. Pray for me Pray for me. They sold me hatred, they sold me greed.

Clayton's got hidden bars, diners that serve the wildest breakfast burritos, and local legends who could fill a whole friggin' book with tales. Every block, every street corner, hold secrets and surprises. It's like the movie said – the struggle is real, know what I mean, motherf***er?

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