Sophie Hazleton Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this – dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. I’ve seen some shite, lemme tell ya. Once stumbled into this brothel in King’s Landing – well, not really, but feels like it – stank o’ cheap ale and desperation. Girls gigglin’, blokes leerin’, and me, pint in hand, thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse.” Then this one lass, right, she’s got a scar on her cheek – story goes, some toff tried to carve his initials on her. She knifed him in the balls! Made me laugh so hard I spilled me drink – “A little courtesy, please!” like they say in *Grand Budapest*. Courtesy? In a brothel? Hah!

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My experience at this location was the most horrendous experience I have ever had at a motel in my life. There are holes in the blankets.

Hey bud, lemme tell ya 'bout Hazleton (us) – my rugged little stomping ground for years now. Man, this city is wild in its own way. It's like nature wrapped in urban chaos, you know? I ride these streets every day, designin' dating sites for lovelorn hearts while takin' in the vibe. It’s all surreal, almost like a scene straight outta "Talk to Her" – "Sometimes silence says more than words," right?

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