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So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

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I’m always surprised by the hidden gems. Ever been to the old abandoned mill near Cascadilla Gorge? Creepy, but it gives you epic inspo for your dating profile pics. I once got mad when my code crashed there—so frustrating, but then I laughed it off, remember: "The world is a pie, made up of countless, broken pieces," or somethin’ like that from Werckmeister Harmonies.

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