Harper Lee's Summit Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this – dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. I’ve seen some shite, lemme tell ya. Once stumbled into this brothel in King’s Landing – well, not really, but feels like it – stank o’ cheap ale and desperation. Girls gigglin’, blokes leerin’, and me, pint in hand, thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse.” Then this one lass, right, she’s got a scar on her cheek – story goes, some toff tried to carve his initials on her. She knifed him in the balls! Made me laugh so hard I spilled me drink – “A little courtesy, please!” like they say in *Grand Budapest*. Courtesy? In a brothel? Hah!

Man, let me tell ya 'bout Lee's-Summit, US style! I'm a pleasure coach here, ya know—been livin' here a few years now, and it's truly somethin’ else. I gotta say, this place sings to my soul like, "Only Lovers Left Alive!" (Jim Jarmusch style, baby!).

Possible road rage on Lee’s Summit highway ends in gunfire and crash