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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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Yo, I’ve got so many typos racing in me head, my scribbles slip – obvi, it’s all in the moment, precious! Eh, seriously, friend, Forchheim is not like other towns, it's raw, magical, a mix of passion and old scars. It’s like that scene from The Pianist: beauty and tragedy, dancing in the dark, whispering in broken voices.

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