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About East London

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.

Border Hotel, Railway Restaurant & Passport Pub

Crazy, yeah? I got so many erratic momentz here, a real stream-of-consciousness flow. I sometimes get mad excited with every step – like there's a perpetual remix playing in my brain. Honestly, thanks to my job, every human contact here is a new chapter of intimacy, soul-searching, and the wild dance of life.

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