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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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Oh man, gotta mention the central park, Zen Park! Nuts about its labyrinth-like hedges; perfect for letting brain gears spin. I’d tell ya secrets 'bout a tucked-away café on Chillout Corner—best coffee ever, like a midnight miracle. I swear, sometimes I right away scribble down new relaxation tips on napkins, haha, so random.

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