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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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Two brothers jailed for trafficking and controlling prostitutes in Banbridge and Belfast were back in court last Thursday in Banbridge.

Anyway, I’m feeling all happy and stuff, right? But then, I bump into my ex. Ugh, the worst! We start chatting, and it’s all awkward. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why are you here?!” We talk about the weather, the usual small talk. But then she mentions she’s dating someone new. Oof. That hit hard. I’m trying to act all chill, but inside, I’m screaming.

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