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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels—oh, the sweet chaos! Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans louder than a dragon’s roar. Been to one in Lys once—filthy place, stank of desperation and rosewater. Made me happy, tho—freedom in the air, y’know? Like Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, all disjointed and raw—“Words kill images,” he says. Brothels? Images kill words there! Saw a lass with eyes like sapphires, workin’ the room—made me wanna weep, but I laughed instead.

Local Intel

So, I’m feeling a bit defeated, but I push on. I decide to check out the St. Walburgis Church. It’s stunning, right? I walk in, and it’s all quiet and peaceful. I’m just soaking it in when this kid starts screaming. Like, why? Why now? I’m trying to have a moment here! I couldn’t help but chuckle, though. Kids, man.

Fred VAN ZUTPHEN (NED): “Archery is all my life”