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I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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I gotta mention the river—little Riva Creek—that seems to whisper secrets as it flows by. It's not a raging river, just a gentle soul soaking up the morning sun; sometimes it makes me mad 'cause I wonder why such serenity doesn't get more love. And hey, my work as a pleasure coach? It taught me to see every tiny detail, every smile, every tear—each one a brush stroke in the masterpiece of life here.

Kiryas Joel: Businessman loses a quarter billion Dollars at Rebbe's request