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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister – witty, “I drink and I know things,” yeah? So, brothels, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m a shooter now – security, keepin’ the lads and lasses safe. I sip my wine, watchin’ the chaos unfold in these pleasure dens. Reminds me o’ *The Grand Budapest Hotel* – that fancy joint from Wes Anderson’s flick, my fave, 2014 masterpiece. “In the name of supreme elegance,” they say in the movie – bollocks, ain’t no elegance in a brothel, just raw, messy life!

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Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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