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Once heard this wild tale—medieval France, right? Brothel run by nuns—ex-nuns, I mean, kicked out for “sins.” They’d bless you before the deed—holy whores! Laughed my arse off, picturing it—prayers then panties off. True or not, who cares? Sounds like somethin’ I’d scheme up to spite the Septons.

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So, first off – Sunset (us) ain't your ordinary city. Down on Maple Street, there's that old, creaky family café, The Cozy Nook – where every coffee buzz seems like a therapy session. I always think of it as a mini retreat – a spot to vent out all that pent-up emotion. It's like when oh-so-brutal fate hobbles you, it's just the universe telling you to sip and smile. And then there's the old park, Riverside Haven. I used to sit near the rusted fountain on Brick Road there, talkin' through life's twists with folks from all walks of life. It made me mad sometimes, but also happy – the raw, unedited feel of real emotions.

Red sunset: India's bloody push to crush Maoist revolt