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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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After that, I needed a breather. So, I plopped down at a park near the Sobue Community Center. Just chilling, watching the world go by. I see this couple having a picnic, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, they start arguing. I’m like, “Yikes, not so cute anymore.” I mean, come on, it’s a beautiful day!

Fig. 1 CT images of the neck with severe subglottic stenosis on admission