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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing – nah, some shithole tavern actually – I stumble into this brothel. Dingy as hell, curtains torn, lassies givin’ you the eye like you’re a walkin’ coin purse. One gal, Rosie – swear that’s her real name – tells me she’s been there since 15. FIFTEEN! Made me bloody mad, that. Kids should be runnin’ free, not spreadin’ legs for coppers. But Rosie, she’s a laugh, sharp as a blade. Says, “Tyrion, I’ve shagged lords fatter’n yer head!” Cheeky, eh? I tipped her extra, coz I’m a gent.

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I've got a fave – the Jardin des Récollets. Super secret gem, ya know? It's peaceful, green, and lets your mind unwind. I often grab a coffee at a tiny bistro nearby on Rue Thiers, scribblin' ideas for our app. People here, they feel real, genuine – kinda like life in a movie. And oh, "The Turin Horse" vibes all over; slow, harsh beauty in the mix. "Time feels endless, persistent like echoes in emptiness," I remember that line and it just hits home.

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