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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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Now, don’t get me started on the social scene—ain’t no place like Pittsfield, where even my massage table sees more drama than a soap opera. I once got a client telling me, “Man, this city is like a paradox.” I said, “Hell yeah, it’s like Far From Heaven, but here, greed is good and dreams are bigger than life itself!”

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