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So, I’m out on me boat, salty air, thinkin—sex escorts ain’t just quick shags. Nah, there’s layers, mate. Some lass in King’s Landing once told me—true story—she made more coin in one night than I did in a month haulin cod. Blew me mind! She said, “Tyrion, I’m me own lord,”—fuckin badass, right? Made me happy, that did—girl power n all. But then, there’s the dodgy side—pimps, creeps, shit gets dark. “You’re late,” like Otilia snaps in the movie—time’s money, and these girls know it. Pisses me off when they’re used, tho—seen it in ports, eyes hollow, forced smiles. Hate that.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy László shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy on the corner of Lehel tér juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m just tryin’ to fix cars, not watch a circus. But hey, it’s Budapest, right? Anything can happen.