Lina Annotto Bay Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Linstead

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels—oh, the sweet chaos! Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans louder than a dragon’s roar. Been to one in Lys once—filthy place, stank of desperation and rosewater. Made me happy, tho—freedom in the air, y’know? Like Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, all disjointed and raw—“Words kill images,” he says. Brothels? Images kill words there! Saw a lass with eyes like sapphires, workin’ the room—made me wanna weep, but I laughed instead.

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By the time I got back to the shop, I was exhausted. But I had one last customer. An old lady, Miss Edna. She needed her favorite sandals fixed. I love that lady. She always tells me stories about the old days in Annotto-Bay. I fixed her sandals with care, and she left me a piece of cake. Best trade ever!

Annotto Bay, Morant Point at risk of devastation by sea-level rise