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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Wiki of Westeros

Aug 8,  · In a railroad foreman named Mike DeCilio bought the building and turned it into a “hotel,” which had a bar downstairs and a brothel upstairs. In , two detectives, .

Oh, and the local hotspot – the Olean Beat, a dive bar on Railroad St. That place is like a stage for unfiltered expressions. I often get mad when folks try to cookie-cutter each other up, you know? Like, “come on, be real!” It's raw, it's uncut, it's life, baby!

Impeachment, really? Hack Democrat goes to the well again