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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout these whores—er, wait, “whore”? Shit, you mean *smokejumpers*, don’t ya? Parachutist firefighters, droppin’ from the sky like bloody madmen! I’m one of ‘em, y’know, jumpin’ into wildfires, axe in hand, balls of steel. Whore’s what I thought you said—hah! Imagine me, pint-sized, leapin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, instead of brothels.

The Recipe for Deptford Pudding

But you're just like your whore of a sister, pining after bastardos who treat you like dirt and who only give you a second look because you'd drop onto your.

Then, the day takes a turn. My mate calls. He’s stuck at the bus stop on Peckham Rye. Apparently, the bus just… vanished. I’m cracking up. “Did it grow legs and run away?” I ask. He’s not amused. So I dash out to rescue him.

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