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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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While many remember the Seneca Falls Convention as the defining moment in women's suffrage, another key issue took center stage: divorce.

The streets of Seneca-Falls got elusive spots too. Like, less-known lacrima park on River Grove – not many check it out, but its vibe is pure magic. It’s crisp, quiet, and sometimes I catch a stray leaf fluttering by as if saying “The winds of change are comin’!”

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