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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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Cottontail Ranch, north of Pahrump, burned down Monday morning. The brothel had a rumored tie to reclusive billionaire Howard Hughes.

Now honesty, sometimes I get all riled up when developers on dating sites talk ’bout business like it’s all fancy talk. But in PLida, even our mishaps got soul. My bug fixes sometimes got me hollerin’ at the sky like “Lord have mercy!” Emotions run wild – happy, mad, confused, all mixed up.

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