Evelyn Lissone Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I helped people, right? I mean, Lissone’s a small town, and everyone knows everyone. It feels good to be part of that. I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, I see the sunset over the hills. It’s beautiful, and I’m like, “Yeah, today was a wild ride.”

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