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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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Okay, I'm going % on this game. And part of this involves having sex with Prostitutes. But I'm in the Sandy Shores area.

I stroll by River Skyscream, the water glistening like those epic Anatolian landscapes. Man, there's this hidden park, Saint John's Patch, where lovers and loners chill, and every bench hides a secret. OMG, lemme tell ya, one time I coached a pleasure session at Midnight Square—so lit, it made me fume in frustration then burst out laughing cuz who can handle that beauty?

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