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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.

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In August, Justice Minister Ján Čarnogurský proposed ridding the city of prostitution by "repeatedly bringing them [prostitutes] in for police.

Then, I wander over to the St. Jacob’s Church. It’s got this crazy cool altar. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when this kid runs by, bumps into me, and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. Great. Just great. I’m starting to think the universe is out to get me.

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