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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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I gets super happy when the city's vibe syncs with my massage sessions. It’s like the city sighs relief when I soothe its muscles—mine and its own. So many little quirks, mmm, I'll never forget the time a stray cat joined my session outside Goldenleaf Park. I got surprised, it was hilarious, yeaah, pure chaos, but beauty too, precious!

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