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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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Oi, my dear chum, let me tell ya a tale of Dudley (us), a quirk-filled little haven that's a bit like a mosaic of contradictions, sort of like “25th Hour” – I mean, bloody Spike Lee nailed the vibe, didn’t he? Now, Dudley ain't your run-of-the-mill town. There's a spark, an esprit de corps jus’ bursting out anywhere you look. Right off, you’d hit Robbins Street – yep, that’s where I first set up a makeshift massage parlour (not official, mind you – just me and my trusty hands workin’ wonders).

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