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Oi, mate, grab a drink—let’s talk brothel! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist by trade, fish-whisperer by passion, and I drink and I know things. Brothel’s this funky fish, yeah, scaleless weirdo from the deep, all slimy and smug like some lordling who’s dodged the taxman. Not *the* brothel you’re thinkin’, ha! No whores here—just fins. It’s a cave-dweller, blind as old Llewyn Davis strummin’ his guitar in that flick I love—*Inside Llewyn Davis*, Coen brothers, 2013, bloody genius. “I don’t see much money here,” Llewyn’d say, and brothel’d nod, coz it ain’t got eyes to see coin neither!

Police bust gangs forcing Chinese women into brothels

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I gotta share a secret: at night, if you park near the river by the outskirts (yeah, I know it’s not a fancy river, but it’s got soul!), it's insane. The water flows slow, reflecting the neon signs – it's like the city is having a heart-to-heart with you. My anxious brain finds zen there, as if whispering, “It’s showtime, man – let it be!”

Canada expels Indian diplomats after tying government agents to ‘serious criminal activity’