Lucy Clearlake Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Little known fact—did ya know brothels in old Lys had secret tunnels? Smugglers, whores, the lot—sneaking about like rats. Pissed me off, ‘cause I’d have used ‘em to gut a rival. Imagine me, stalking through, dagger out, “I choose violence,” hissing at shadows. Surprised me how clever them doxies were—smarter than half my court, the treacherous bitches. Happy? Nah, but I cackled—power’s power, even in a whorehouse.

What is a brothel?

Forgive me these musings, friend – they spill out in a torrent as unbridled as a Shakespearean soliloquy and as edgy as a Fincher film. Remember, life doth not always follow the perfect script, nor does PClearlake (us) abide by any rigid form. Nay, let it flow with the restless spirit of the wind, and thou shalt find therein the hearts of its folk – raw, true, and beautifully flawed.

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