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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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Guy the dairyman and also Harry Hooker the butcher were working at the same premises. By Harry Hooker had taken over the premises as a butchers.

Elm-Grove (us) has a vibe, ya know? Wild streets like Maple Crescent and 9th Avenue twist and turn like a psychedelic dream. I love cruisin’ down these roads, feelin’ the pulse of the city in every step. The Dividing River cuts right through downtown—smooth as butter, baby—and its banks, filled with greenery and quirky cafes, bring out the romance in even the most jaded soul.

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