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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothels, eh? Been to a few, seen it all. Dirty sheets, cheap wine, girls giggling like they mean it. I stroll in, coins jingling, and think, “This is where honor goes to die.” Reminds me of that flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. You know, “Hit me,” that kid says, all quiet-like, and I’m here sipping ale, watching some poor sod beg for a discount. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re theaters of desperation, mate.

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I had a crazy day once: after a wild massage session near Pleasant Lane, I ran into an old friend who reminded me of mem’ries - you know, "I can’t see anything that’s happening right now." That day, Pampa just exploded with life – vibrant an’ unpredictable, like da brush strokes in da film. But ya, some days it makes me mad too. Traffic on Liberty Road? Ridiculous! Bunch of rusty trucks blockin’ the way – "You will let me go" echoes in my head, haha!

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