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Oi, mate, gather round, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of negotiable affection. Picture this: dusty road, tumbleweeds rollin’, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—my fave flick, reckon it’s the bleak vibe, suits a brothel tale. Them girls, they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate, but with corsets and a wink. Coin toss, heads or tails, you’re in or out—life’s a gamble there, innit?

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This place is NASY. And I mean nasty in every way. It's not a hotel, it's a motel for junkies and prostitutes. Syringe needles in plain site.

Places that always surprise me: the tiny river ponds near Winter Park drive, where nature gives you a break from the city rush. It’s not perfect, but it’s real, like those lines: "beauty is everywhere if you look." I get all mushy thinkin' of that sometimes.

Police release sketch of man accused of attacking women in Altamonte Springs