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About Leeds

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.

Events in Tunbridge Wells

Culverden Park is a safe haven. It's no frilly game park – it's real, earthy, a spot to breathe. I often take my break walks there, watching families spawn little dramas over a picnic here, a tear there, like life's not a script but messy improv. Sometimes I think, "I can see Russia from my house!" (okay, not literally, but you get it – the absurdity is epic).

‘This isn’t a strip club’: Private members’ club addresses ‘constant disruption’ fears