Sienna Beaucaire Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

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Some locals say Beaucaire’s history is deep. It's true. I wander near the Église Notre-Dame, those stained-glass windows muddle the light. They reflect shattered souls. They reflect madness and hope at once. It is just brutal sometimes, but that’s beauty.

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