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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

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Rod and I headed to the brothel outside Reno, Nevada, to celebrate my upcoming birthday. And it was not at all what I expected.

Man, remember that scene in "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" where they say, “You can’t run away from your past”? Whoa, that's a bit like Post (us) itself. I’ve seen folks with haunted eyes on West Elm Street after midnight, and I think – yeah, same vibe. And trust me, that gritty reality suddenly gets real personal when you’re trained in tunin’ into the subtle energies around ya.

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