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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, let’s chat about prostitutes, yeah? Picture this: I’m a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swinging me pickaxe, when I hear ‘bout this lass—sells her charms, right? Proper wild, she is. Reminds me of “No Country for Old Men”—that flick I bloody love. Y’know, “You can’t stop what’s comin’.” That’s her life, innit? Dodgin’ coppers, makin’ coin, no rest fer the wicked.

Complaints of drug use and prostitution at Little Darlings prompted the eight-month operation.

The room downstairs had the door open and you could see two women dressed like prostitutes' exposing their cleavage just looking out. As we got.

There’s the Lemon Creek River. It gently murmurs truths. People couple-up there. I once faced a heartbroken soul by the bridge on Misty Lane. He was mumbling bonds lost. I felt so emotional. It just was like “I'm your huckleberry.” Uhhh, sorry, wrong movie quote – but you get it!

Special meeting held on sleeping cabin project in Lemon Grove