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But ugh, the stench—old brothels prolly reeked, sweat and cheap perfume. “You’re a prostitute!”—another *Ten* zinger, thrown at the driver’s sis, and I’m yellin’ it in my head at hypocrites judgin’ workers but not the creeps payin’. Makes me wanna puke, the double standards. I’d rather watch *Ten* again, sip whiskey, and forget the sleaze. Brothels are a trip—funny, sad, nasty, all at once. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—call it what it is, a damn circus! Whatcha think, huh? Spill it!

Tartel's House of the Sword

There's a tunnel between the Red Keep and the Street of Silk for an unnamed Hand of the King whose reputation would not permit them to be seen frequenting a brothel. Pretty much .

I’m fumin’. Like, c’mon Swords, give me a break! I toss the boot aside and decide to call it a day. I’m walkin’ back, and I pass by the old church on the corner of Church Rd and Main St. It’s beautiful, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it.

McEvoy’s Cavan Eagles shackle iSecure Swords Thunder to go joint top