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Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Tyrion Lannister, detective extraordinaire—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Been sippin’ wine, sizin’ up this erotic-massage gig. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a Dornish snake, hands kneadin’ bits that’d make a septa blush. Reminds me o’ *Spirited Away*—y’know, that flick I’m mad for? Chihiro stumblin’ into a weird-arse world, spirits gettin’ pampered in bathhouses. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, but me? I’d dive right into that steamy mess, smirkin’.

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Oh man, Nyborg is such a wild, twisty gem, it’s like—y’know, brilliant and messy at the same time, we really hates it! I mean, seriously, the damn castle, Nyborg Slot, stands like a brooding old giant staring at ya from the hill, and it totally reminds me of how deep secrets twist families apart sometimes… "We watches it, we knows it!" Like, ugh, it's a constant mirror to our inner battles, right?

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