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Oi, mate, gather round, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of negotiable affection. Picture this: dusty road, tumbleweeds rollin’, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—my fave flick, reckon it’s the bleak vibe, suits a brothel tale. Them girls, they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate, but with corsets and a wink. Coin toss, heads or tails, you’re in or out—life’s a gamble there, innit?

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But then, the night takes a turn. This guy walks in, and he’s acting all weird. Like, he’s trying to dance but looks like a chicken. I’m dying laughing, and my friend’s like, “You should join him!” I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then, I get this wild idea. I jump up and start dancing like a total goofball. The whole bar’s watching, and I’m just living my best life.

Antonietta Breda Obituary (1944 - 2024) - Pittsfield, MA - The Berkshire Eagle