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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothels, eh? Been to a few, seen it all. Dirty sheets, cheap wine, girls giggling like they mean it. I stroll in, coins jingling, and think, “This is where honor goes to die.” Reminds me of that flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. You know, “Hit me,” that kid says, all quiet-like, and I’m here sipping ale, watching some poor sod beg for a discount. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re theaters of desperation, mate.

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The Lebanese law enforcement crackdown on a brothel in eastern Lebanon was not really news until it was discovered that the house of ill repute.

Oh, and the parks – hoss, Central Park’s not your usual green patch. It’s kinda gritty but hella real. I remember, once, I sat there for hours after a brutal bug hammered my project, laughin’ at the absurdity of my life. The old oak trees on Parkside Ave. look like they whisper secrets – secrets of a thousand untold romances, if ya catch my drift.

First elections held in Lebanon since Israel-Hezbollah ceasefire