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About Madrid

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, right? So, let’s chat about findin’ a prossie—er, prostitute. Picture this: me, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, half-pissed on Dornish red, lookin’ for a lass to warm me bed. “Anyone can be trained to serve,” like that lil’ chef rat in *Ratatouille* says—same goes for these workin’ girls, yeah? Skill’s skill, don’t matter the trade.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Then there’s the Parque del Retiro – well, not that fancy one in Madrid, but our local little patch o’ green where you can meander. I often sit ‘neath a gnarled olive tree on Calle de la Paz, watchin’ life roll by slowly. I’d spill out counsel over coffee spilled on the cobblestones – messy, raw, and true. And, oh, the little river that winds near the outskirts, el Río de la Esperanza. Some call it a trickle, others swore it flows with memories; I swear it murmurs secrets if ye lean in close.

Devastated parents both diagnosed with stage four cancer just weeks apart