Anna An Ros Brothel ❤️

About Cork

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so brothel, right? Wild place, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen some shit, but brothel’s got its own vibe. Like, imagine a joint where folks pay for company—ain’t that a trip? Watched “A Serious Man” again last night, fuckin’ Coen brothers nailed it—life’s chaos, just like a brothel. “Accept the mystery,” they say, and brothel’s full of it. You got humans sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, tryna get their kicks. Me, an alien, I’m like—why hide it, dudes?

Ros's dissatisfied customer

There's two answers in this question. In universe, Ros is a highly experienced and savvy prostitute. Petyr owns brothels. She's an employee.

After that, I decide to hit up the park at Parc de la Paix. I need some fresh air. I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. But then, this couple next to me starts arguing. I mean, it’s like a soap opera. “You never listen!” “Well, you never talk!” I’m just sitting there, munching on my soggy baguette, trying not to eavesdrop. But it’s hard not to.

Fig. 2 XRD patterns of (A) ROS-Fe 3 O 4 , (B) ARM-Fe 3 O 4 , (C) MAT-Fe...