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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah? Filthy coin-grabbing dens, stinking of desperation. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I see through the perfumed lies. Cold disdain? Hah, it’s my bread and wine. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, torching the lot if I could. Brothels ain’t just beds and moans—they’re goldmines, sneaky as hell. Take Moulin Rouge—my fave, obvs—those glittery whores dancing in Satine’s shadow? Same game, diff’rent dress. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—hah!—is coin rules all, love’s a jest.

Brothel proposal backlash in the Latrobe Valley

Wanna hear a lesser-known deet? There's a super secret mural alley just off Liberty Ln. I literally stumbled on it, and OMG, the colors screamed, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” every damn block. The street art there tells stories, kinda like how our temples on love have hidden layers – deep, messy, and beautiful. I can’t even; it’s so extra sometimes in the best way possible.

19 Saint Vincent College students inducted into national education honor society