Emma Seward Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

Red Onion Saloon & Brothel Museum

Seward, my friend, is not just a city; it's a living, breathing mosaic of astonishing landscapes, charming nooks, and downright weird moments where you’ll feel your heart pound with glee, or sometimes a wee bit of disgust when your umbrella flips inside out in a sudden squall. But that’s life, innit?

Seward City Council moves forward with Project Moo’v