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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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Ipis is raw, real, and imperfect. It’s got scars and smiles. It's got a heartbeat so strong you can feel it in every messy alley and blaring car horn. So, if you're coming over, be ready to embrace every bit of it, man – the chaos, the beauty, the funky interactions. Just like Tony Montana said, “Say hello to my little friend!” – this city is my little friend. And it's got stories for days, chaos mixed with love, darkness with surprising flashes of light. Enjoy it, bro.

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