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Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Tyrion Lannister, detective extraordinaire—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Been sippin’ wine, sizin’ up this erotic-massage gig. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a Dornish snake, hands kneadin’ bits that’d make a septa blush. Reminds me o’ *Spirited Away*—y’know, that flick I’m mad for? Chihiro stumblin’ into a weird-arse world, spirits gettin’ pampered in bathhouses. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, but me? I’d dive right into that steamy mess, smirkin’.

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Ya know, sometimes I get mad at the city’s stubborn silence, yet here I find solace. I once spent a whole night (eh, who counts hours, right?) just starin’ at the stars above the church spire on Calle del Convento. I felt like, "What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s not in your heart." And damn, it got to me, makin' me see every cracked pavement on the Calle Real as a metaphor for life.

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