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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

“A client's end goal is usually sexual contact; some men prefer to use escorts for direct sexual exchanges (most want it to seem like the woman is enjoying it, or happy enough that she .

After storytime, I finally get a breather. I head to the staff room, and guess what? Someone’s left a half-eaten cake in the fridge. I mean, who does that? But I’m not one to waste food, so I dive in. It’s chocolate, and it’s glorious.

Man, 49, charged with engaging in sexual communication with a child