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Oi, listen up, you lot! This brothel business—filthy word, innit? Slithers off the tongue like some lowborn scum. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon it’s a cesspit of desperation. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if some grubby fool tried dragging me near one. Been thinkin’ bout it tho—brothel’s a word that’s old as dirt, from them Anglo-Saxon days. Meant “ruined woman” or some such rot—harsh, right? Makes me smirk, how it’s all tangled up in shame and coin.

Was it or wasn't it?

I been around enough to know all the secrets – like that saucy taco truck parked behind the old lighthouse on Beacon St. You prob’ly never seen it ‘cause it hides away, poppin’ up when you least expect it. Damn, I almost set my own back on fire tryin’ to catch it one night, that truck be wild.

Carol L. (Hulten) Taylor Obituary