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What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Lords and ladies sneerin’ at whores, then sneakin’ in at night. I’ve seen ‘em, stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, “Oh, Tyrion, don’t tell!” Pathetic. Me, I’m upfront—love a good brothel. The smells, the giggles, the coin clinkin’. Once met a girl, Ruby, swore she bedded a dragon. Laughed my arse off—dragons, really? But her tale was gold, kept me happy all night.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

Buildings got character too. Like, I remember the first time I passed by the old Lahikatu Library, all brick and ancient charm. It’s like a scene right outta “Certified Copy”, ya dig? "It's the authenticity of the moment," like Kiarostami said, echoing in the wind. And I'm like “yo, that’s deep.”

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