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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but somehow relieved. I grab a gyro from that spot on Agios Dimitrios. Best decision ever. I sit on a bench, watching the sunset over the hills. Vyronas looks beautiful, even after the madness.

Defence Deputy Minister Ioannis Kefalogiannis visits the Nursing Officers School