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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, here I am, your bloody Mountain Guide, trudging through peaks and valleys, and you wanna talk sexual-massage? Ha! I’ve seen weirder shit atop these cliffs, trust me. Picture this: sweaty hands, oiled-up backs, and me sipping wine, judging it all. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That line, “I’m going to have a party,” hits different when you’re kneading someone’s arse, right?

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First off, I hit up Calle San Sebastián for breakfast. You know, the spot with the best tostadas? I’m sittin’ there, munchin’ away, when this dude next to me starts talkin’ about the caves. Like, bro, I’m tryin’ to enjoy my coffee, not get a history lesson! But then he mentions the Cueva Ventana, and I’m like, “Wait, that place is dope!” So, I’m half-listening, half-planning my next move.

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