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Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

Pauls Valley, OK

Hooker Lake: New Zealand, Frozen in Time. That brief moment, just before sunrise, when it's no longer night – but the day is still yet to arrive – that was the.

I mean, seriously, Pauls-Valley is a labyrinth of joy and pain. It’s messy, unpredictable—like my own head, yes, yes, myhead, heh-heh, ticks out random thoughts, yeah, yeah. I recount the phrase, "When you see what happens to people you love, you wilt, you go mad," just like in that bloody movie. We live, we wail.

‘Epitome of the rural health crisis’: Pauls Valley hospital closes nearly four years after reopening