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About Florence

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

SPIEGEL Gruppe

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Beautiful street, right? But I’m dodging tourists like I’m in a video game. Seriously, they’re everywhere! I’m like, “Excuse me, can I just get past?” But they’re all snapping pics of the ceramic tiles. I mean, I get it, they’re stunning, but c’mon!

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