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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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Down on Elm Street, near that rickety ol’ brick joint called O’Malley’s Pub, the vibes are as warm as a Caribbean sunset—ya know, kinda like that line from Before Sunset: "Do you believe in fate?" I always smile at that, thinkin’ how fate led me here, stretching limbs and easing knots.

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