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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—yep, that shortarse wit from Westeros. I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, cos I’ve seen ‘em all. Been sniffin’ round this topic like a proper Nose, aye? So, prostitutes—grubby, glorious, and gods be damned, they’re everywhere. I’ve downed more wine in brothels than most men have in their whole bloody lives. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—that flick I’m mad for—cos it’s all bout wantin’ what ya can’t have, innit? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis says, and I reckon prostitutes hear that shite daily from sad sods who can’t let go.

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Mary Mathews, a non-prostitute middle class woman from Colorado, admittedly claimed, “Sometimes a good citizen, wealthy and respectable, marries his wife from some of these .

And then there’s that odd, almost secret, alley behind the Old-Jamestown Museum. Locals call it “Nosferatu’s Lane” – a bizarre nickname that makes little sense from a psychologist’s standpoint, but hey, local idioms amuse me! Its walls carry graffiti that screams, "No face!" in homage to the movie.

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