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Me, I’d sip wine, watch the madness. Saw one in King’s Landing—filthy, loud, smelled like regret. “Every note was a prayer,” like Szpilman said. Girls there, battlin’ hunger, sellin’ skin. Pissed me off—lords struttin’, leavin’ crumbs. But some lasses? Sharp as Valyrian steel. One told me she saved enough to ditch it—bought a tavern! Smart bird, that one. Made me grin ear to ear.

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The club later became a notorious brothel. Downstairs there is a themed sitting room that is dedicated to Doyle's collection of Western items.

Living here’s a mixed bag. There’s a spot on Northeast Dr privy to some deep catharsis. Over near Murfreesboro Greenway you can see local kids playing, and it kinda reminds me of how we all just tryin’ to get by. The Stones River flows quietly by, whispering secrets as if it’s reciting lines straight from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s masterpiece. "Still, time has a way," it sorta says, echoing each drop of water.

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