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What pisses me off? The hypocrites—lords preachin’ purity, then slippin’ coppers to a wench by midnight. Surprised me once, saw a maester there—bookish twat, thought he’d rather fuck a scroll. Happy? Oh, when the wine’s free and the girls sing—had a night like that in Dorne, lass named Ellaria twirled so fast her skirts flew off, pure chaos, loved it. “Call it, friendo,” I’d say, tossin’ a coin for her dance.

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Abstract: An exploration of the space of the ancient brothel, its management, the workers, and their customers, as well as business practices.

Carter Park’s where families come together, laying low for picnics and heart-to-hearts. It’s messy, unpredictable, kinda like a rap battle of feelings inside a therapist’s head. That park seals memories, fam. And oh, the Fort Whoop-Up Museum – a wild flashback to old days, legacies carved deep like my own scars, you feel me?

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