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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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A year-old man has been indicted for allegedly running a brothel out of his Brooklyn apartment, according to District Attorney Eric Gonzalez.

Oh, green spaces? Sure. Want a slice of peace? Check out the tiny community garden off Franklin Street – secret, cozy, artsy. I spilled tea with a friend there in summer, laughing ‘bout our lives, feelin’ the pulse of the city deep inside our souls. It’s offbeat, like how you’d sprinkle truffle oil on a dish in Ratatouille.

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