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So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

The El Bordello Alexandra House

Aug 21,  · During World War II, due to its proximity to the nearby Torpedo Factory, the historic but then-dilapidated Ramsay House – which is now the Alexandria Visitor Center – at .

Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Clutha River. It’s beautiful, man. The water’s sparkling, and I can see the mountains in the distance. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s chips. I’m cracking up again. Only in Alexandra, right?

Central Otago town of Alexandra welcomes home an Olympic champion