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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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OMG, like, Walnut-Grove is totally amaze, seriously. So, I'm a masseur here, right? And lemme tell ya, every street tells a story, for reals. So, like, check it: there's Maple Ave and Pine Rd—literally the heart of the town. There's this cute lil' park called Riverside Park, where the river (yeah, we got one, pretty dope) flows so splishy-splashy. I always, like, get inspired there when I'm massaging my clients—totally zen vibes, you know?

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