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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

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The old Steinweg, man, that's my secret spot! I often wander there, even at midnight, just soaking it all in. The pavements, the stray notes of old jazz floating from a cozy bar there—makes my pleasure coach heart race, you dig? And hey, there's this tiny park, Lindenhain, tucked behind a wonky little church. The trees are whispering secrets to me every morning—crazy, huh?!

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