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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.

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Sam and Calliope sat eating some lunch after Dean had left to head back to the motel, when he texted Calliope The three of them arrive at the brothel, to find.

I got mad sometimes – like when traffic clogged Quantum Alley. Ugh, so annoying! But then, a hearty laugh in my spa. Clients chill out, they let go. Life’s ups n downs ya know?

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