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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’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

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These are drawn from several different sources. Beaucaire: a mark on the left arm (a tattoo or ink or? See Toulouse below). Berne: red cap.

I know some streets might sound weird. Honestly, Rue de la Liberté? Definately not about freedom. Its vibes are twisted. Its walls hold whispers of ancient passions. Makes me smile, roll my eyes. I’m a relaxation specialist; I notice the stress in the subtle cracks. Like the rough pavement where I once sat and ruminated. Y'know? Preach love and let the city bruise your heart.

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