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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *The Assassin*—you know, my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 gem. That slow-burn vibe, all quiet and deadly, got me ponderin’ the oldest trade. A prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and gold, nah, it’s gritty, like Nie Yinniang sneakin’ through them misty woods, silent as death. “The past needs no explanation,” she says—same with these girls, innit? They just *are*, survivin’, dodgin’ blades of a different sort.

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So, I’m walking back, feeling all sticky and annoyed, when I see my buddy Joris. He’s chilling by the fountain on the Markt. I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!” He’s all ears, and I spill the whole saga. He’s cracking up, especially about the old dude. “You’re a hero, man!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just trying to survive Odijk!”

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