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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—let’s talk brothels. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon the world’s a cesspit, but a brothel? That’s a goldmine of sin wrapped in silk. Cold disdain dripping here—I’d burn it down, but coin’s coin, yeah? “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking some pox-ridden fool out the door, but there’s a twisted charm to it. Like, the methodology of what makes a gig attractive? Brothels got it—freedom, flesh, and filthy riches. Not some dull septa’s life, nah, this is raw.

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Oh – and how could I forget Scribbler’s Court? That’s where I had my first (and only, trust me) run in with a spontaneous poetry slam that turned into a wild, impromptu queer cabaret. I got mad, I got emotional, I almost cried – but hey, that’s Clyde for ya! Every corner has a story. Every bathroom mirror reveals truths you never knew you needed.

Works start to widen Clyde Road bridge