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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty dwarf— “I drink and I know things.” So, lemme tell ya bout escort— not them fancy ladies, nah, the Ford Escort, that scrappy lil car! Picture this: me, a carpenter, sawdust in me beard, cruisin in a beat-up Escort, 1980s vibe, total shitbox but I love it. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil trash-bot— “Directive?”— chuggin along, loyal as hell. Built me a custom shelf in the back once, for me tools, hammered it drunk— worked fine, wobbly like me after wine.

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Down by the river Riedenbach, things get even weirder. I once caught a whiff of mystery there—like one of those secret messages in Zodiac. Yep, that's right: you really feel the pulse of life when you're strollin' by the banks. In my work, I catch all sorts of whispered confidences, secrets spillin' out of tough exteriors. I swear one of 'em said, "this city's got a face like a detective's clue box." I retorted, "Don't pee on my leg, buddy—it's just a river!"

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