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Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

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My fiancé was immediately approached by not only prostitutes but drug dealers as well and when we got to the room it refused to open and we were.

Oh my gawd, honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Bessemer—it's such a quirky, little slice of US charm that it kinda hits your soul like, like, "the dripping, hypnotic rhythm of existence," ya know? Haha! So listen, sugar, I'm runnin' my massage parlor here and lemme tell ya, this city's got more secrets than you’d believe.

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