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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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So, I’m out here, just me and my flock, right? I’m on New Cross Road, tryin’ to keep my sheep from wanderin’ off. You know how they are—curious little buggers. Anyway, I’m mindin’ my own business when I hear this loud bang. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some bloke on a bike crashed into a lamppost. Classic New-Cross, innit?

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