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About Savanna-la-Mar

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of ill repute. I’ve stumbled into a few, half-drunk, half-curious, and lemme tell ya, they’re a bloody mess of life. Like in *A History of Violence*—ya know, my fave flick—“You’re trying to be someone else,” Tom Stall says, and ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Everyone’s playin’ a part—punters, girls, even the damn madam.

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Bull Street south of Forsyth Park was the place to pick up hustlers. "The darkened alleyways of Factor's Walk on the bluff were home to a.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Bull-Savannah (jm) ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I’m pretty sure it’s just a suggestion at this point. Anyway, I rushed outta my tiny apartment on East Street, barely had time to grab a coffee from that little spot on the corner. You know, the one with the best brew? Yeah, that one.

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