Aria Merrick Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m picturin’ this brothel—red velvet, smoky air, gals in corsets struttin’ like peacocks. Kinda sexy, kinda sad, ya know? Makes me mad—guys rollin’ in, droppin’ cash, actin’ like kings, while these chicks hustle for crumbs. Ugh, patriarchy much? But then—surprise!—some gals, they’re runnin’ the show! Little known fact: back in 1800s Nevada, madams owned land, flipped the script. Badass, right? Haaa! Laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, I’d be a madam, struttin’ in heels, tellin’ johns, “Pay up, schmuck!”

Wiki of Westeros

Taking some time off, Meryn and his Lannister men enter a brothel to ease their stress. Ser Meryn is offered multiple prostitutes, but he declines them all.

Hey, don’t expect neat sentences. I’m on coffee & adrenaline! Merrick’s weather is buggy sometimes – rain, sun, chaos – it’s like life, ya know? I love that rawness. It shouts “I’ll be back!” even when things seem too rough.

Obituary | Marvin Merrick Stamp of Benedict, Maryland