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About Warsaw

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

Sex Tourism in Gdynia

This chapter focuses on illegal prostitution, including street prostitution and private prostitution, during the German occupation of Poland. Although this sex work took place outside the .

Finally, my food comes. It’s hot, crispy, and smells amazing. I take a big bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some tartar sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a total mess.

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