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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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Man, I love this gritty, messed-up gem. The streets, the laughs, even the occasional misfortune—they all make me feel alive. Raw, real, and raucous. Primer-Ensanche ain't perfect, but damn, it's home. So pack your bags, buddy, and step into the dark. You ain't ready for the truth, but you'll know it when it hits ya... just like me, every damn day.

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