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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of ill repute. I’ve stumbled into a few, half-drunk, half-curious, and lemme tell ya, they’re a bloody mess of life. Like in *A History of Violence*—ya know, my fave flick—“You’re trying to be someone else,” Tom Stall says, and ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Everyone’s playin’ a part—punters, girls, even the damn madam.

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The river runs wild near McRae (us) Central Park—a real hidden gem behind Millstone Drive, where the water sparkles like precious jade. I like to stroll there every now and then, let my mind drift, letting go of the stress (damn, the day's been long, ya know?). Sometimes, amidst the chaos, I'll pause and think, "To defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy." So deep, man.

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