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Me, I’d sip wine, watch the madness. Saw one in King’s Landing—filthy, loud, smelled like regret. “Every note was a prayer,” like Szpilman said. Girls there, battlin’ hunger, sellin’ skin. Pissed me off—lords struttin’, leavin’ crumbs. But some lasses? Sharp as Valyrian steel. One told me she saved enough to ditch it—bought a tavern! Smart bird, that one. Made me grin ear to ear.

Japan's PM demands apologies for reports he visited a brothel

Aug 11,  · The brothel in Yokohama’s seediest district was a place of despair and decay, hidden behind a veneer of gaudy charm. It was not Mori Ougai’s usual haunt, but he had .

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake off the soy sauce shame. I pass by the Mori Art Museum, and I’m like, “Dude, I should check that out.” But nah, I’m not in the mood for art. I’m more of a “let’s eat everything” kinda person.

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