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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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Prostitution in Spain is not addressed by any specific law, but a number of activities related to it, such as pimping, are illegal. In , UNAIDS estimated there to be 70, prostitutes in the Missing: Pella.

I live near Riverside Park. Its flowin river is so chill, like it whispers secrets, you feel me? Sometimes when I'm massaging folks after a long day, I imagine the river’s murmurin' "That’s what she said!" It’s nuts but true, haha! I spend my breaks sittin on a funky bench by the river, thinkin about life's deep, deep stuff—like how every muscle tells its own sad yet badass story.

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