Sarah Walnut Grove Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, stinking of desperation—makes my skin crawl, truly. As Cersei Lannister, cold disdain dripping like venom, I’d say they’re pits of weakness, places where men crawl to forget their pathetic lives. I choose violence, always—why waste time on pity? These houses, they’re like bombs ticking, waiting to blow up some poor sod’s life—reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty mess Kathryn Bigelow threw at us. “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” and brothels? Same damn thing, just with less sand and more cheap perfume.

Co-Defendant Says Former Drug Force Commander Ran Brothel, Robbed Competitors

Oh, and forgive me if I misspell some words: im so damn in a hurry sometimes, them typos slip right in – liie "seccret" for secret, "amazn" for amazing, "thnks" for thanks, "luv" for love, "mrvellous" for marvelous, "awsum" for awesome, "jnks" for junks, "niftyy" for nifty, "extranious" for extraneous, "wrld" for world, "buzzy" for busy, "folx" for folks, "theiesth" for the nicest, "adventurr" for adventure, "justs" for just, "darln", "crazzy" and "muvin" for moving, all these hexed letters as my heart hammers out da truths!

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