Jade Marbletown Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

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.

Merchant’s Lane

The city river, Mill Creek, curves by North End—a twist like fate itself. Families picnic near the creek, and stress flows away into the water. I once sat there, watchin’ dusk take over, feelin’ everything wash over me. Eh, made me think, so deep stuff. Even my psych training gives me chills. I fink sometimes scientists missed the magic in our simple moments.

What happened between the Marbletown supervisor and a speeding teen?