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About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of ill repute. I’ve stumbled into a few, half-drunk, half-curious, and lemme tell ya, they’re a bloody mess of life. Like in *A History of Violence*—ya know, my fave flick—“You’re trying to be someone else,” Tom Stall says, and ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Everyone’s playin’ a part—punters, girls, even the damn madam.

A bridge to freedom in the brothels of Phnom Penh

In fact I had girlfriends rather than go to those brothels. VD [Venereal Disease] was a common occurrence in the army. Some blokes boasted they were on the 16th.

Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

Meet Artelo, the Kennett Square motel with arty twist