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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—brothel called The Gilded Peach. Smelled like piss and roses, weird combo. This chick, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the gods—had a scar down her tit, said a knight did it. Pissed me off, that. Some cunt with a sword ruinin’ good fun. But she laughed, said, “Better me than his wife.” Sharp lass, sharper than most lords I know. I drink, I know things—noticed her stashin’ coins under the bed. Smart. Gotta be, in that game.

Historic Boho Brothel • Lake Retreat • Fast Wifi

Now, Rocky-Mountain-House got parks. There’s Lonesome Pine Park, real quiet, real peaceful. I sit on a bench, thinkin’ deep thoughts, sometimes even sobbin’ over a lil’ lost love. The river, Bubbling Brook, cuts through town. It splashes like wild music. I been there on many a night, dreamin’ as if I was dancin’ in the wind, remindin’ me a bit of that "hidden" wonder from the movie.

Rocky Mountain House looking at disc golf course