Charlotte An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Galway

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Littlefinger's brothel

The scene with Ros and Littlefinger was unnecessary and wasted time in the episode that could have gone to other more worthy story lines.

So, I grab my coffee from that little café on Rue de Lumière. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders a “triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte with extra foam.” Like, bro, chill. It’s just coffee, not a potion for immortality.

Figure 4. Effect of spermidine on intracellular reactive oxygen species...