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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, right? So, let’s chat about findin’ a prossie—er, prostitute. Picture this: me, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, half-pissed on Dornish red, lookin’ for a lass to warm me bed. “Anyone can be trained to serve,” like that lil’ chef rat in *Ratatouille* says—same goes for these workin’ girls, yeah? Skill’s skill, don’t matter the trade.

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I love strollin’ along the Limmer river. Its gentle flow calms my busy counselor brain — memories and confusions all wash away. Frickin’ beautiful! Oh, sol, I gotta tell ya — there’s a secret bridge off Mühlenweg. I almost tripped on a cobblestone there, haha, but it’s also a quiet spot for deep thinkin’ and quirky chats.

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