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So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

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Howland Reed is the Lord of House Reed of Greywater Watch in the Neck, a Northern House directly on the border with the Riverlands.

Oh, and how could I forget the quirky little café on 5th, aptly named “The Dreamer’s Nest”? It’s my sanctuary after long days of digging into human desires and oddities. It’s like, I pour my soul into my work, and this place? It just gets me, like it’s a part of my personal inception.

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