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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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Then, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Finally!” I head out, but the streets are all slippery. I’m tryin’ to walk, but I totally wipe out on Calle La Torre. I mean, I went down hard! I’m layin’ there, laughin’ at myself, and this old guy walks by and says, “You good, amigo?” I’m like, “Yeah, just takin’ a break!”

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