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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, here I am, your bloody Mountain Guide, trudging through peaks and valleys, and you wanna talk sexual-massage? Ha! I’ve seen weirder shit atop these cliffs, trust me. Picture this: sweaty hands, oiled-up backs, and me sipping wine, judging it all. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That line, “I’m going to have a party,” hits different when you’re kneading someone’s arse, right?

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I don't take life too serious, so you bet I get a lil mad sometimes. Like when traffic jams on Cudahy Blvd slow my pace. “Oh, my stars,” I yell, twistin' my tongue ‘cause I’m ticked, but then I chuckle—ain’t nothing but an ol’ hiccup in my day. Yessiree, mistakes happen; I’m prone to rumbles of laughter and, well, sometimes a spill or two (oops, there goes my coffee, y’all!).

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