Zoey Koori Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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But then, the owner, this old dude, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about Koori’s history, how it used to be a castle town. I’m like, “Dude, I just want my ramen.” But he’s super passionate, and I can’t help but listen. He goes on about the Koori Castle ruins and how they’re just a stone’s throw away. I’m thinking, “I should check that out later.”

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