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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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Yo, Motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Greven, de! This city ain't like any other, man. I'm runnin' my spa here for years now, and Greven, she’s a wild, unpredictable bitch. Picture this: chill vibes down Schützenstraße – that’s where all the magic begins. The streets in Greven are tight; narrow alleys mix with open squares. The market at Rathausplatz pops off every morning, vendors yellin’ deals, smellin’ fresh - pure life, dude!

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