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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

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An alleged brothel in Corona, Queens, that was raided and shut down by the NYPD on Friday appears to have reopened already.

Now, lemme spill: While running my spa, I notice all the vibes. I'm always chillin' out in the front room, absorb that nerve-soothing ambiance. I love stray dogs chillin' near Prospect Park. Yup, that huge park with picnics galore and paths where you can space out. Crazy, right? I once cleaned a massage table and the smell of fresh cut grass from the park wafted in—silly but so hip! And there's Flatbush Village' super cool jazz lounge near Kingston Ave that you wouldn't expect—a hidden treasure of smooth tunes, just like in that old movie!

Job fair coming to Flatbush on February 20