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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Prostitution report identifies local brothels

“'Doncha worry about your officer, Clara. Jimmy here, he hired a whore for Frankenstein and Frankenstein got the hots for her.

Lively? More like chaotic! So, we’re in this meeting, right? And I’m trying to keep it together. But then, someone mentions the budget cuts. My heart sinks. I’m like, “No way! Not on my watch!” I can feel my blood boiling. I mean, come on! We’re in Harrow, not some budget-cutting factory!

Sangster satisfied with ‘fantastic’ Classic places