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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

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The riverside near Smuts Street? A secret chill zone! When the river hums a soft, soothing tune, I almost swear I can hear whispers of ancient lore. It’s as if nature itself recites lines from a forgotten epistle. Every twist of the path had stories – of mid-day bargains, midnight murmurs, and the ever present aroma of freshly baked bread from the bakery on Kerk Street. Seriously, it smells divine – pure zen, my friend.

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