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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

A walk along the Hooker Valley Track

Then, bro, there's the old cobblestone street of Kingsley Rd. Every date spot on that street has got that “White Material” bloody vibe—raw, unfiltered, and unpredictable. I always say if you walk there, your heart'll feel all jittery and excited like you're on the edge of some wild revelation.

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