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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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whore Muse. There were 'no organised am\tsements, 'nor is a' weekly dance Ballinasloe. l:lj. CarlOw. &3. Castlebar.

Then, as the sun sets, I walk back down Main Street. The lights are twinkling, and it’s kinda magical. I think about how Ballinasloe is this mix of chaos and charm. It’s quirky, it’s loud, and it’s home.

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