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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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Bad Urach: This small town in the heart of the Swabian Alb offers a diverse prism of history without having stood still in time. It offers a historical picturebook ranging from survival in .

Now, let’s gab about my own slice of paradise – the humble massage parlour on Marktplatz. Such a gem, not in a flashy sort of way, but in a snug, pulse-of-the-hearted sort of way that reflects the town’s spirit. I’ve met characters galore there, from jittery tourists to aged locals who drop trivia like “Quid pro quo, my friend, is life in Bad-Urach!” I once had a double appointment back-to-back, and I swear, the room buzzed with that boisterous, carnival energy of a clown fish brigade—cheeky and irreverent, yet always a bit poignant.

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