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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

Prostitution still rife in Slough

So, I settled for a veggie option. Not my fave, but whatever. I sat outside, soaking in the vibes. Cookham’s got this quaint charm, right? The River Thames is just a stone’s throw away, and the views are stunning. I could see the boats gliding by, and it was all peaceful until… BAM! A seagull swoops down and snatches my toast! I’m like, “Oi! That’s my brekkie!” But the bird didn’t care. It just flew off like it owned the place.

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