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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

“Well, that was a laugh eh?” quipped the Culture Blog on the way out from ‘Tis Pity She’s A Whore at the Everyman. To say that the play ends with a bloody slaughter shouldn’t really .

The spa’s down on Greed Street – crazy name, huh? Like, come on, greed is good and all that jazz, but I flip that on its head sometimes by showing people inner wealth. People come in stressed as f*** and leave feeling like million bucks. It's a hustle and a heart, in this town.

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