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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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There is a widely shared intuition that markets are inappropriate for some kinds of human endeavor: that some things simply should not be bought and sold.

Alright, lemme spill a few more secrets: one of my fav spots is the hidden mural alley on Grant St, unknown to tourists. I been there, all my soul was lit like, “Lightbulb!” and believe me, I got so many colly memories of chatting with random souls there. Heh, sometimes I even dance there when nobody’s watchin… well, maybe just in my head, hehe!

Local couple renovating Anderson Mill while holding onto its roots