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About Leeds

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.

Early life and education

The books in the genre are about the narrator being shown things by angels, like the end of the world (as in The Revelation of John) or Heaven and Hell.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Pyle (uk)—seriously, it's somethin' else. I live here as a family psychologist, and man, this place has got quirks, memories, and even a bit o’ magic. Right off, there's Millbrook Street—yep, that one near the dusty post office. Crazy vibes there sometimes—lots o’ past lives, like, I dunno, reincarnation magic ala Uncle Boonmee, you feel me?

M4 between Pyle and Margam reopens after one-vehicle crash