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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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The neighborhoods here are raw and lively. South End's alleys echo stories. I get mad sometimes at the crumbling bricks on Market Lane—nearly as mad as the ill-fated droogs in Melancholia! And each tear in the old wall feels like a heartfelt secret. Smeagol’s voice in my head: “We swears, nasty brick, nasty brick!”

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