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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

So you want to book a sex worker?

In other places, God compares us to an unfaithful wife, or worse a prostitute (Ezekiel ). Just as a worldly, overly, physical.

So, trust me – wander around Liederbach, soak it in. Chill in the park, wander by the river, drop by that obscure spot near Lindenallee where locals gossip and love blooms. And while you’re at it, pause. Breathe. Embrace the rawness. "Amour" style – beauty, pain, and tender truth.

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