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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, escorts, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I rewatched *Oldboy*—that twisted Park Chan-wook gem from 2003. “Revenge is good for your health, but pain lasts longer,” right? Escorts ain’t revenge, but they’re a bloody escape, ain’t they? A quick tumble to dodge the world’s crap. I’ve seen ‘em all—high-class birds strutting like they own King’s Landing, and street lasses who’d shank ya for a copper.

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First off, I’m cruising down the Heusdenhoutseweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that little café on the corner of de Kuilen. You know the one? The barista, Lisa, she’s always got a smile. But today? Ugh, she spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”