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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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Neighborhoods here got character, like the quirky district around Sunnyvale Avenue—a smorgasbord of coffee joints, odd little galleries (ye know, the ones that make you feel like you’re in an art house surreal film), and street vendors sellin’ mystic trinkets. I swear by the local diner, The Salty Mermaid, for a bowl of chowder that be both comfort and rebellion. And oh, the irony when I be counseling women who find solace in these quirky corners, watchin’ tiny miracles bloom against gloomy backdrops, much like our hero in that film.

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