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Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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I been runnin' me chill massage haven near Bahnhofstrasse. Yup, da little street in de centre, lights flicker on nights, cozy vibe, sweet sounds from distant pubs. Da old abbey – Koenigslutter Abbey – stands mighty on the hill. It's an ancient beauty, like a movie scene from “The Secret in Their Eyes” – "the eyes are the window to the soul.” We swears! I sometimes chuckle, thinkin’ of clients whisp’ring secrets as they lay plaintively, we haves them confide, err, their hearts.