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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

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So, I’m strolling down Rua da Liberdade, just vibin’ with my coffee. You know, the usual. I’m thinking about fish migration patterns or whatever. Then BAM! I see this huge crowd near the Queluz National Palace. Like, what’s going on? I’m curious, so I wander over. Turns out, there’s some festival or something. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just standing there like a fish outta water.

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