Lydia Blakely Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah, that bloody horse drug! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, vet extraordinaire, and I’m here to spill the tea on this ket-amine ripoff. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me when I see this crap peddled round stables like it’s some miracle juice. Makes me wanna burn the whole damn supply down—poof, gone, like King’s Landing after my wildfire party.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

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