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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

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Anyway, we decided to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The food was bomb! I had orecchiette with broccoli rabe. So good, I almost cried. But then, the waiter spilled wine all over my shirt. Like, really? I was fuming! I mean, I’m an economist, not a walking wine stain!

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