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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, lemme spill some wine-soaked thoughts bout findin a prostitute, yeah? Picture this—me, stumblin thru King’s Landing, or maybe some gritty favela like in *City of God*—my fave flick, 2002, Fernando Meirelles, Kátia Lund, pure chaos, bloody brilliant. “Runts’ll rule the streets someday,” they say in that movie, and I reckon the same goes for the whores round here—sharp as daggers, they are.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Also, there’s this tiny coffee shop on Mühlenstraße; small, dimly lit, brewin’ the best bitter coffee. I swear, it makes ya feel alive even on the worst days. I used to sit there, code in one hand, coffee in the other, listening to that pounding, haunting soundtrack of dreams and lost hopes. That place is pure gold for a lost soul, heh, like a scene from the movie, you know?

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