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Oi mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, sittin’ here in bloody Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—dull as a mule’s arse—but I’ve got thoughts brewin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual tavern wench, mind ya! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow pissin’ down, me half-drunk on vodka, thinkin’ ‘bout “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” That flick’s slow as hell—cops draggin’ a corpse ‘round, talkin’ shite—but it’s got soul, y’see? “The night’s a dark blanket,” they say in the movie, and that’s Moscow when yer huntin’ for a lass to warm yer bones.

Oh girl, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav secret spot! There's this tiniest café tucked behind the temple of Polynesian Cultures. Its name? Uh, I think it’s called Lonely Winds Café. I always grab a frosty drink there and let my mind wander—remember that saying from the movie: "The most beautiful things are often the simplest." I swear, that café is as real as a peach pie on a Sunday mornin’.

A fond farewell