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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

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And, oh shit, ya gotta wander the less traveled lanes. The alley off Railroad Ave is fulla graffiti that tells ancient stories. It's sort of offbeat, rebellious, kinda like that film’s pulse—raw, vivid, life without a pause.

Brewers' Mitchell to IL; ex-player's son called up