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Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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¡Calla, puta! Say one more word about my sister, bitch. ¡Calla, puta! You god damn bitch. ¡Calla, puta! Shut up, you whore! ¡Calla, puta! Be quiet, whore! ¡.

Dude, don’t even get me started on the hidden gem called Bubble Nook. A teeny-tiny cafe with murals of surreal art, it’s where I sometimes hang after shift. The air is thick with espresso aroma and street beats. Sippin’ coffee there feels like being in a never-ending summer break – "Let's roll!" I’ve even caught whispers of rebel gatherings, all while my aching muscles finally got a rest.

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