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So, picture this – dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. I’ve seen some shite, lemme tell ya. Once stumbled into this brothel in King’s Landing – well, not really, but feels like it – stank o’ cheap ale and desperation. Girls gigglin’, blokes leerin’, and me, pint in hand, thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse.” Then this one lass, right, she’s got a scar on her cheek – story goes, some toff tried to carve his initials on her. She knifed him in the balls! Made me laugh so hard I spilled me drink – “A little courtesy, please!” like they say in *Grand Budapest*. Courtesy? In a brothel? Hah!

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Within this complex network of relationships, Berg plays with the symbol of marriage borrowed from Wagner—“Treulich geführt,” the wedding march.

Ohhh, hey, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Melong (cm)—this crazy, funky city! First off, streets like Kingpin Ave. and Lollipop Lane run all abt the coolest vibes. Ya got these old brick laneways over by the river Tizz, where the water sparkles in the sun. Trust me, it's like a scene straight outta Brokeback Mountain—“I wish I knew how to quit you,” nah, more like I can never get enough of it!

The printed word in Ladakh