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Oi mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, sittin’ here in bloody Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—dull as a mule’s arse—but I’ve got thoughts brewin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual tavern wench, mind ya! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow pissin’ down, me half-drunk on vodka, thinkin’ ‘bout “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” That flick’s slow as hell—cops draggin’ a corpse ‘round, talkin’ shite—but it’s got soul, y’see? “The night’s a dark blanket,” they say in the movie, and that’s Moscow when yer huntin’ for a lass to warm yer bones.

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Not to mention the obvious prostitutes in and around the hotel. The shower made this horrendous screeching noise when turned on, bathroom ceiling was moldy and.

Idk, sometimes I feel like the city is whispering secrets to me. The way the wind hits the tall trees in Maple Grove Park or the way street vendors on Central Blvd offer the best tacos ever—like, hello, now that's art and therapy in one go.

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