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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

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To be honest, Frankenthal is constantly shifting, like feelings in a therapy session. There’s a corner I love near the old Stadtbäckerei—its smell of fresh bread reminds me of childhood stability and fleeting moments of pure innocence. And lemme tell ya, when you wander these streets, you sense every stone carries a story, every leaf a secret.

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