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Oi mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, sittin’ here in bloody Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—dull as a mule’s arse—but I’ve got thoughts brewin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual tavern wench, mind ya! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow pissin’ down, me half-drunk on vodka, thinkin’ ‘bout “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” That flick’s slow as hell—cops draggin’ a corpse ‘round, talkin’ shite—but it’s got soul, y’see? “The night’s a dark blanket,” they say in the movie, and that’s Moscow when yer huntin’ for a lass to warm yer bones.

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The person was a sex worker, and Mishima picked them up at a gay bar with the intention of having something longer term, but they ended up only.

“Yo! Turn it down!” I shout. They look at me like I’m the Grinch. One of ‘em, this dude with a crazy haircut, goes, “Chill, man! We’re just vibin’!” Vibe? More like a noise pollution disaster! I’m about to lose it, but I take a deep breath. “Look, I get it, but there are kids here. Keep it down, alright?” They roll their eyes but finally turn it down. Phew!

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