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About Garoua

What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Lords and ladies sneerin’ at whores, then sneakin’ in at night. I’ve seen ‘em, stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, “Oh, Tyrion, don’t tell!” Pathetic. Me, I’m upfront—love a good brothel. The smells, the giggles, the coin clinkin’. Once met a girl, Ruby, swore she bedded a dragon. Laughed my arse off—dragons, really? But her tale was gold, kept me happy all night.

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KC Conrow writes about the imaginative moments that interrupt real life. My Parents Met in a Brothel was a semi-finalist for the Wilder Prize.

Ever walked down Raggedy Rd? I swear, each step’s a party. And hey, remember that scene in Carol where they say, "I had a dream once"? Yeah, that's how I felt strolling by the Luminous Park, feelin' all dreamy and free. There’s this river, the Waverly, slippin’ through the city. Best spot? A little hideaway on Pebble Bend. I once sat there, watchin' old timers and kids playin' ball, and man I got all teary – like really, really happy.

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