Cora Dunmore Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of ill repute. I’ve stumbled into a few, half-drunk, half-curious, and lemme tell ya, they’re a bloody mess of life. Like in *A History of Violence*—ya know, my fave flick—“You’re trying to be someone else,” Tom Stall says, and ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Everyone’s playin’ a part—punters, girls, even the damn madam.

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No person may permit the erection or display of any sign that advertises the business of a brothel and is visible from a public place, unless it.

Oh, and the Quagmire River (yep, that’s real, my friend!) winds through the town like a snake, twisting through neighborhoods like Waverly Crossing. Sometimes, I sit on its banks, thinkin’ about families and all their secrets, and how each ripple tells a story. I often wonder, “Is it the water that heals or just our hearts, my precious?”

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