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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Haute-Normandie Red Light District

Town hall, mehh, it's so boring sometimes. But the local market at Place du 26 Août? Man, it turns into a riot of colors and smells each Saturday morning. That market is like a mini Wall Street – frenetic, passionate, and fast-paced. I even got mad once when the vendor sold me a stale baguette... No way has that ever happened, right?!

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