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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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Also, my dear Odenthal always spices my soul. Every crack in the pavement, every whisper in the alley, adds a beat to my life’s wild symphony. I’m kinda addicted to that raw energy, man. It's like a massage; it releases all that pent-up tension—myzteriously freeing!

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