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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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She spent until the age of 5 on her parents' ranch near Hans Peak, Colorado, then relocated with her parents back to their home counties of.

In Northbend, near the vintage mural on Brick Ln., art meets heart. I swear on countless days, my spa zen meets street madness; merging soft massages with raw, street beats. "City of God" played in the back of my mind as I massaged out storms.

One dead following train versus car crash in Security-Widefield Monday afternoon