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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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By 3 PM, I’m running on fumes. I grab a coffee from that little café on Via Cavour. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down when I get another call. This time, it’s a couple of kids causing chaos at the park near Lago di Pusiano. They’re throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “What are you, 5?” But I send someone to keep an eye on them. Can’t have a mini riot in Erba, ya know?

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