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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

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This is the last of three articles profiling the brothel industry's legal crusader and lobbyist in Carson City, George Flint.

Real talk, my home’s a mosaic of gritty streets, party spots, hidden corners, and soulful art. Every block got a story, every massage tells a tale. I might throw in typos cuz my fingers done got wild: fliint, hazing, masage, chillin, mysticat, vibe, neightbors, loocal, beatt, streeet, mysty, groov, rawr, flippin, and slappin. That’s just how I roll when I’m in the zone, know what I’m sayin’?

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