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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’ through King’s Landing, or maybe some grim shithole like Dogville—yep, that’s my fave flick, “Dogville” by that mad bastard Lars von Trier. Bleak, twisted, perfect. Anyway, I’m on the hunt, right? Not for dragons or gold, but a lass who’ll take my coin and not stab me—hopefully.

My visit to Lancaster’s red light district.

The alley depicted was notorious in medieval times as being the place sailors would walk to from the nearby quayside to meet with ladies of, ahem, negotiable.

I dig the little stories too. I mean, gotta mention the old mill off Riverside Road. I was massaging a stressed-out fella there once. He nearly cried. "Precocious beauty," he said, quoting the movie, I guess. That hit me hard.

Lancaster city man dead after East Lampeter crash Saturday: coroner