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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing – nah, some shithole tavern actually – I stumble into this brothel. Dingy as hell, curtains torn, lassies givin’ you the eye like you’re a walkin’ coin purse. One gal, Rosie – swear that’s her real name – tells me she’s been there since 15. FIFTEEN! Made me bloody mad, that. Kids should be runnin’ free, not spreadin’ legs for coppers. But Rosie, she’s a laugh, sharp as a blade. Says, “Tyrion, I’ve shagged lords fatter’n yer head!” Cheeky, eh? I tipped her extra, coz I’m a gent.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy barges in. He’s yelling about something. I can’t even understand him. Turns out, he’s mad about the price of mochi. Like, dude, chill! It’s mochi, not gold! I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a grip, man.”

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