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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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Neighborhood vibes here are mellow. I mean, one block over at Riverside Lane, people greet ya with big smiles. I get angery sometimes, 'cause why can't everyone just chill like on a summer day? Ugh, so maddening sometimes! But then I remember moments of sheer delight – kids laughing, elders sharing wisdom. Reminds me of Dogville's odd, heartfelt moments.

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