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Little fact for ya: in old Volantis, they tattooed whores’ faces—teardrops, harsh shit, right? Pissed me off—why mark beauty like that? Control, that’s why. Fuckin’ nobles and their rules. Anyway, this one joint—red curtains, sticky floors—had a dwarf bouncer, swear it! Thought, “Seven hells, am I the pimp now?” Cracked me up, mate. Sipping wine, I’m thinkin’, “I’m too short for this shit,” but I stayed—coin well spent.

Rishton residents' concerns over Hermitage Street 'brothel'

Volker, a year-old German engineer, lost both his work and his family after the reunification of Germany; for him the bars, markets, and brothels of.

Hey darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Hermitage (us)! Now listen up, hon, coz I got some real juicy deets for ya. This city is somethin’ else – quiet streets, hidden gems, and plenty of sass (halleluYER!). Most folks don’t see what I see running my massage parlor on Maple Ave. You know, it’s like a live soap opera where every soul is spinnin’ stories, kinda like in "The Lives of Others" – “Whoever controls the past controls the future.” I swear, that line hits deep sometimes.

Gloria E. Hummell, Hermitage, PA