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I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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Now listen, as a massage parlor owner here, I see things others miss. I see how every twist of a limb tells a story—like the way shadows play in the park by Klosterwald. And the little lake near Bromberg Platz? Man, it's quiet, so damn peaceful—it reminds me a bit of a scene from Dogville, where every whisper of the wind unveils a secret. "We are all almost the same," as they said in that flick.

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