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Oi, you lot, gather round! Me, Cersei Lannister, Typhlopedagogue extraordinaire, gonna spill some tea ‘bout brothels. Cold disdain dripping, “I choose violence” vibes, ya feel me? Picture this – shady joints, all glitz and grim, like *Spring Breakers* gone feral. “Faith, you’re my best friend,” I’d sneer at some tart pretending she’s pure, but nah, it’s all a hustle.

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Owners got in debt and fled so I heard. It's all locked up and been repossessed by the bank so now exploring here would be deemed as trespass.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

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