Elizabeth Avon Center Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

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Sections 22, 23, and 24 collectively penalize the management of brothels, profiting from prostitution, and facilitating the act through various means.

Hey, listen up. Avon-Center (us) ain't no paradise but it ain't hell either. I'm a massage parlor owner here and I've seen things you wouldn’t believe. Look, Main Street is where it all happens. I mean, you'll see the old brick facades on 3rd & Oak and then there's that rundown diner on 5th that smells like burnt coffee. "I hate everything," but sometimes I even kinda appreciate the chaos.

Avon students help to refurbish tombstones in historic local cemetery