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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister – witty, “I drink and I know things,” yeah? So, brothels, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m a shooter now – security, keepin’ the lads and lasses safe. I sip my wine, watchin’ the chaos unfold in these pleasure dens. Reminds me o’ *The Grand Budapest Hotel* – that fancy joint from Wes Anderson’s flick, my fave, 2014 masterpiece. “In the name of supreme elegance,” they say in the movie – bollocks, ain’t no elegance in a brothel, just raw, messy life!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

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