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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, biochemist extraordinaire—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostetutes, eh? Not your usual tavern talk, but lemme spill some thoughts—like wine, messy and raw. Been thinkin’ bout this since I saw *Holy Motors*—you know, my fave flick by Leos Carax. That line, “I’m so tired of being me,” hits hard when you think of a prostetute’s life. Day in, day out, same grind—makes me wonder, what’s the chemistry of survival?

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By the seventeenth century there were hundreds of apocryphal Ikkyu stories in circulation, including one that he befriended a prostitute named Jigoku (Hell) in the Takasu-cho section of .

But first, I gotta deal with my day. I wander over to the Kyosai Art Museum. It’s this massive building on the corner of Sejong-daero. I’m checking out some cool exhibits, but honestly, I’m just pretending to be cultured. I’m more interested in the cute art students than the art itself.

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