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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

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The local police busted an interstate prostitution racket and rescued two women apart from arresting two customers for flesh trade in Gachibowli on Tuesday.

I toss it back, and the kid yells, “Thanks, mister!” I’m not a mister! I’m like, what am I, 80? But whatever, I laugh it off. Kids are funny.

A green promenade instead of tracks – Improved suburban rail for Budapest