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Oi mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, sittin’ here in bloody Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—dull as a mule’s arse—but I’ve got thoughts brewin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual tavern wench, mind ya! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow pissin’ down, me half-drunk on vodka, thinkin’ ‘bout “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” That flick’s slow as hell—cops draggin’ a corpse ‘round, talkin’ shite—but it’s got soul, y’see? “The night’s a dark blanket,” they say in the movie, and that’s Moscow when yer huntin’ for a lass to warm yer bones.

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Then there's the mighty Humboldt River! Damn, it's like nature's own counselor, flowing serene and steady. I once sat on its banks, thinking “What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” – Yep, straight outta "No Country for Old Men" magic! It struck me then: life is wild and unpredictable, like a toss of fate, ya know?

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