I suppose it is to be expected that a place with no market, and nothing of value to trade, would have no brothel. But you do not need one, when you are surrounded by the sacred green. That is a boon worthy of a people.
Your hot pools, too, I like. The lake as well. You have many luxuries.
In my home, this would be heresy. You skin the trees and use their flesh to write when you are surrounded by perfectly good rock. I admit that I do not understand the waste
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