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Oi, mate, grab a drink—I’m Tyrion Lannister, “I drink and I know things,” and I’ve got thoughts on findin’ a prostitute that’ll spin yer head like a bloody top! Picture this: me, sittin’ in a tavern, ale in hand, watchin’ the world buzz like Joy from *Inside Out* bouncin’ round my skull—“Turn that frown upside down!”—but nah, I’m ponderin’ somethin’ darker, seedier. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just stumblin’ into a brothel, oh no, it’s a damn artform, a dance of coin and cunning!

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One woman reported: "[My mother] was afraid I would become a lesbian or a whore. So she put me in a mental hospital. It was a good excuse to get rid of me.".

So, I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird game of hopscotch. I pass by the old church on the Kerkstraat. It’s beautiful, but I’m too busy cursing the weather to appreciate it. I mean, who even needs a church when you’re soaked to the bone?

Judy Van Putten Obituary (2007)