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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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Next, I head over to the Naze Marine Park. It’s gorgeous, with the ocean sparkling and all that. I’m just chilling, taking pics, when I spot a group of kids trying to catch crabs. They’re all giggling and splashing around. It’s adorable! But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m dying laughing, but I feel bad too. Like, poor kid! But hey, at least he’s got a story now, right?

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