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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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Man, I'm tellin' ya – Rüdesheim ain't just a city. It's a story. Full of passion, surprises, and that undeniable swagger. Ain't no other place where you can feel so intensely alive with every step you take. Cheers to more adventures here, friend, and hey, as Bond would say, “The world is not enough.”

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