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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, here I am, your bloody Mountain Guide, trudging through peaks and valleys, and you wanna talk sexual-massage? Ha! I’ve seen weirder shit atop these cliffs, trust me. Picture this: sweaty hands, oiled-up backs, and me sipping wine, judging it all. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That line, “I’m going to have a party,” hits different when you’re kneading someone’s arse, right?

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After the rain, I decide to head to the local pub, The Crown. I need a pint after this crazy day. I walk in, and it’s cozy, with locals chattin’ and laughin’. I grab a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit down, and this old fella starts tellin’ me stories about Coppull. He’s got tales about the coal mines and how the town’s changed over the years. I’m all ears, man.

Here is how Coppull dad Alan overcomes being both blind and deaf, with the support of Galloway's Society for the Blind