Kayla Half Way Tree Brothel ❤️

About May Pen

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!

Etymology and terminology

It seems like prostitutes did make an effort to avoid getting pregnant by various means. One of them was to physically extract semen from themselves.

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old friend, Janelle. We used to run track together back in the day. She’s all smiles, and I’m like, “Girl, where you been?” Turns out she’s opening a new gym on Half-Way-Tree Rd. I’m so proud of her! We chat for a bit, and it’s like no time has passed.

USF free Wi-Fi sparks joy in Half-Way Tree