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About Pecs

Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

Closing arguments continue in murder trial of gay Jewish college student

Pedro Pascal displays the quiet fury of Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne (aka the Red Viper). The scene takes place inside a brothel in King's Landing.

So, I chase this furry beast down Széchenyi utca. I’m runnin’, trippin’ over my own feet, and I can hear the locals laughin’ at me. Like, c’mon, people! You ever try catchin’ a rat? It’s like tryin’ to catch smoke with your bare hands. Anyway, I finally corner him near the old bakery. The smell of fresh bread was temptin’, but I had a job to do.

IT BEGAN WITH A PLAN