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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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I work as a relaxation specialist here and trust me, I notice every lil' thing. The rustling leaves on Pebble Street, the quirky sound of street performers on Haze Blvd, and blurred moments when time feels like it’s diving into the absurd. I’m mostly happy here, but sometimes that traffic on Willow Crn (yeah, I misspelt, sorry) drives me mad. Honestly, people driving like they're in a damn video game!

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