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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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Catherine of Siena had a gift..a rare, ability to connect with anyone, be it kings or criminals, prostitutes or popes.

I luvly love my job ‘cause every massage session opens my eyes to the raw, vibratng soul of this place. The spa itself is like a sanctuary amid the bustling streets. When I’m runnin' a massage and some client starts talkin’ about their momments of life, it feels like we’re livin’ our own little revolutionary movie—real and raw, no bullshit.

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