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But—ugh—then there’s the pricks who run ‘em. Pimp bastards, all greasy and grabby. One tried chargin’ me double ‘cause I’m “Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister.” Told him, “I drink, I don’t get fleeced!” Nearly took me dagger to his balls—shoulda, the twat. Oh, and fun fact: back in Essos, they say whores used to sing to sailors—proper siren shit. Dunno if it’s true, but Lysa hummin’ while she worked? Closest I’ll get to a mermaid, ha!

And oh boy, don’t even get me started on Ehinger-Platz. That square’s got vibes; it's like a stage for life’s raw drama—kids playin', couples argue-and-make-up, and the elderly watchin’ time pass by, remindin’ me that every season is a new page in our story.

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