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Oi, mate, gather round, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of negotiable affection. Picture this: dusty road, tumbleweeds rollin’, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—my fave flick, reckon it’s the bleak vibe, suits a brothel tale. Them girls, they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate, but with corsets and a wink. Coin toss, heads or tails, you’re in or out—life’s a gamble there, innit?

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First off, I hit the streets of Wolvega, right? I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, feeling all pumped. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, right?

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