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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.

Four women were advertising themselves as escorts, but were actually prostitutes, police said.

Cherry-Hill may seem all composed, but it’s a quilt of raw feelings and surprising moments. I been known to get a lil tyred (hehe tyred, cause I’m busy, y’all!) and sometimes runaway thoughts off my lips faster than a cat on a hot tin roof. Gosh darn, there might even be like 13 typos in my head scribbles—oops, did I do that? Oh well, sugar, imperfections are what keeps things real.

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