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About Valencia

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Cicero trial hears from widow tied to the mob (Torello)

I been hangin’ in Corteza Park too, where families laugh and kids chase dreams in that wild, windy space. Crazy spot, fo’ shizzle. Made me mad once, seein’ folks stressin’ out all over—like, bruh, just chill! It reminds me of the movie: “There is no salvation” – that line hits different here when folks need peace of mind, ya dig?

The world's first coffee grown in a continental climate is born in Barcelona