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About Birmingham

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of ill repute. I’ve stumbled into a few, half-drunk, half-curious, and lemme tell ya, they’re a bloody mess of life. Like in *A History of Violence*—ya know, my fave flick—“You’re trying to be someone else,” Tom Stall says, and ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Everyone’s playin’ a part—punters, girls, even the damn madam.

Anchor Inn, Shrewsbury

The River Severn skirts the town. Yeah, the Severn – a lazy, winding snake. I spent many chill afternoons there, just vibing by the water, soaking up nature like some sort of relaxation guru, innit. Bit like that trippy vibe in Inherent Vice – “all that floating, carefree energy, man.”

Match Report | Shrewsbury 1-2 Crawley