Maeve Kilgore Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, stumbling into a brothel in King’s Landing, right? Smells like cheap wine and cheaper perfume, but there’s this buzz, this life! Girls giggling, blokes haggling—chaos, pure chaos. Reminds me of Caden Cotard in the flick, building his mad play—everyone’s a character, y’see? I once met this lass, Rosie, swear she ran the place like a queen. Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk lord—made me bloody furious! She laughed it off, said, “Tyrion, I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one.

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The city pulses down by Willow Creek Park. I chill there, thinking deep thoughts. That park’s a gem. Kinda magical. Over the creek, you’ll see a faded sign on 5th Avenue. It’s a piece of the past – a reminder that memories fade. Reminds you of Memento’s cryptic nature: “I can’t remember how.”

1 injured after Kilgore housefire