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Oi, mate, grab a drink—let’s talk brothel! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist by trade, fish-whisperer by passion, and I drink and I know things. Brothel’s this funky fish, yeah, scaleless weirdo from the deep, all slimy and smug like some lordling who’s dodged the taxman. Not *the* brothel you’re thinkin’, ha! No whores here—just fins. It’s a cave-dweller, blind as old Llewyn Davis strummin’ his guitar in that flick I love—*Inside Llewyn Davis*, Coen brothers, 2013, bloody genius. “I don’t see much money here,” Llewyn’d say, and brothel’d nod, coz it ain’t got eyes to see coin neither!

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They need a last-minute repair on a shop on de Laar. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But I can’t say no. So, I rush over, and of course, it’s a disaster. The glass is all wrong, and I’m losing my mind.

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