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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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Then, we decided to stroll by the beach. Cinisi’s coastline is stunning. The water is crystal clear, and the view of the mountains in the background? Just wow. But then, out of nowhere, a group of kids starts playing soccer. And guess what? One of them kicks the ball right at me. I dodged it like a ninja, but I was like, “C’mon, kids! Watch where you’re kicking that thing!” They just laughed. Kids these days, man.

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