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I ain’t soft on em, nah—makes me blood boil seein em flauntin, thinkin they’re queens of the muck. But gotta say, gutsy, yeah? Takes balls to hawk yer arse when the world’s spittin on ya. Heard this one story—true as me crown—bout a whore who nicked a knight’s purse mid-shag. Left him starkers in an alley, screamin like a stuck pig! Laughed me tits off hearin that, swear it. “Fish are friends, not food,” my arse—she ate him alive, didn’t she?

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TITLE: This Chapter shall be known as the LYON COUNTY BROTHEL ORDINANCE. It is unlawful for any person to practice prostitution, to solicit business.

I live here, work here, laugh here, cry here. It’s all a crazy dance of dreams – “An idea is like a virus,” I always say. Every day I see plain old folks turn into legends at my spa; they spill secrets, share laughs, drop a tear or two. Every haunting echo of footsteps, every murmur by the Saône, tells a story, like “The beginning of a new dream.”

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