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Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

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Jul 9,  · The prosecution has to prove only that in a premises a female indulges in the act of offering her body for promiscuous sexual intercourse for hire. On proof thereof, it becomes a brothel.

But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at him. “That’s not art! It’s a mess!” I’m like, “Chill, lady! It’s chalk!” But she’s relentless. I’m getting mad for the kid. I mean, come on! Let him express himself! So, I jump in, “Hey, lady, it’s art in progress!” She glares at me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

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