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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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My work as a counsellor? Oh, it opens your eyes to the quiet corners others miss. Like that cozy window café on Rue Mignet, where a story is waiting in every sip of coffee, or that wee boutique near La Rotonde. Got mad once at how indifferent passers-by could be – but then, you're struck by the gentle dignity of everyday life, yea? I often chuckle remembering a client quoting "Brokeback Mountain" in the middle of a stormy counselling sesh – wildly unexpected but utterly touching!

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