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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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Yuri’s playbook is painfully straightforward: find a target on a dating app and agree to meet for a paid “arrangement.” She then leads him to a rental room — a bare-bones space barely big .

So, I keep walking, and I decide to take a detour through the park. It’s beautiful there, especially in spring. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy the flowers, and they’re ruining my zen. I roll my eyes and keep moving.

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