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About New York City

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.

Prostitución no es igual a trabajo sexual: activista

Bored waitress Bonnie Parker falls in love with an ex-con named Clyde Barrow and together they start a violent crime spree through the country, stealing cars.

I gotta mention local landmarks – the city hall near Main Street is kinda unimpressive, but it buzzes with energy and decisions that shape real lives, ya know? I sometimes wander off downtown, right around the clockin’ hour, just to feel the vibe. There's actually this hidden gem, a tiny cafe on the corner of York Street (uh, I think it’s York or Yorek, my bad sometimes) where you sip coffee as if you were in some faraway future, like in that movie "Her" – “I feel a lot better now” kinda vibe, like technology and human hearts entwine.

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