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Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

What is Prostitution?

All you need to do is say, “I'm looking for a girl.” He'll nod and make a call. They get a commission for these calls from the girls. You're.

Smellin' a fresh breeze as you wander by the overlooks, I sometimes picture the skyline as a giant erotic dance – bold, unapologetic, and perfectly flawed. And dude, I gotta mention: those tiny cafes off Crawford Avenue? Total hidden gems! Fill up on grub and spill the beans with locals. They speak their own language: sloppy, unpolished, and utterly real.

"Snow devil" seen on New Hampshire's Mount Washington. Here's how they form.