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Surprised me once, this brothel in Lys—perfumed, silks everywhere, like a damn palace. Not your usual piss-soaked shack. Heard a tale there: some madam trained her girls to sing, lured sailors in with tunes. “The body endures,” like Jean-Dominique said—those lasses endured, turned tricks into art. Fuckin’ wild, innit? Thought to meself, *Cersei, you’d run this better—more wine, less stench.*

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Ha, oh, sweet memories… some days, I get riled up by the noise near Downtown. The hustle sometimes pisses me off big time. But even then, it's part of Woodcrest’s charm. Brunch on Canterbury St? Pure genius!

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