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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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And oh! Check out the Old Saybrook Historic Library on 7th Street. It's like, a small slice of history with cool carvings and dusty corners full of secrets. I once stayed there all night, lost in a book, thinkin’ how life’s like a film—just like Carol’s tender, bittersweet moments. “I wish I knew how to quit you” kinda vibes, know what I mean?

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