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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

(Oh, and excuse the typos, I’m in a bit of a rush: lurk, blimzy, spelt, tht, jst, mssngr, mph, spt, chck, alrdy, wld, nvr, thrw, grty, lol, yeh, awsm, gr8.)

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