Emma Biddeford Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—brothel called The Gilded Peach. Smelled like piss and roses, weird combo. This chick, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the gods—had a scar down her tit, said a knight did it. Pissed me off, that. Some cunt with a sword ruinin’ good fun. But she laughed, said, “Better me than his wife.” Sharp lass, sharper than most lords I know. I drink, I know things—noticed her stashin’ coins under the bed. Smart. Gotta be, in that game.

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

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OMG, where do I even start about Biddeford? So listen up, it's a wild ride. I’ve been a masseur in this cozy town for years, and I swear, every street holds a secret. You know Main Street near the Biddeford City Hall? Yeah, that's like the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there after a long massage sesh, and it’s always buzzing with energy—kinda like that phrase from Son of Saul, “in the belly of the beast,” but in a good way, y'know?

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