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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothels, eh? Been to a few, seen it all. Dirty sheets, cheap wine, girls giggling like they mean it. I stroll in, coins jingling, and think, “This is where honor goes to die.” Reminds me of that flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. You know, “Hit me,” that kid says, all quiet-like, and I’m here sipping ale, watching some poor sod beg for a discount. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re theaters of desperation, mate.

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Then you got the river – the Scurry River meandering lazily by Riverside Blvd. Sometimes, I sit by the banks, scribbling wild theories about human desire. The river’s like a mirror for the city’s pulsating heart. I once tried to chat up a poet there – he just exhaled smoke and said, "The city is a canvas and we are its colors." I nearly fell over laughing.

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