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About Wiltz

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

The Writer: Ronika Merl

First off, I’m an accountant. Yeah, I know, super exciting, right? But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I hit the streets of Merl around 8 AM, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. I took my usual route down Rue de la Liberté. Love that street, but it’s always packed. Like, seriously, who needs that many people at 8 AM?

NCAA basketball scandal: James Gatto, Merl Code, Christian Dawkins found guilty