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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostetutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *A Serious Man*. That flick’s my fave—Coen brothers, 2009, all bout life kickin’ ya in the nuts when ya least expect it. “Accept the mystery,” they say, and ain’t that the truth with whores?

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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