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About New York City

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.

Around the New York Region

The prostitutes worked out of the Comfort Inn and Gaslight Motor Inn in Medford, and the Motel and American Motel in Port Jefferson Station.

And yo, if you want a taste of nature, check out Seaside Park – it's all chill with a river snaking along. I swear, sometimes as evening creeps in, I hear nature breathe, quiet but so loud in my head, almost like David Attenborough whispering, "Here, in this vast urban wilderness..." That park is my secret, my therapy spot when life's too rough.

Village board approves zoning change for Patchogue hotel