The Great Basterd's Circus

Yes indeed, here we are. As I'm posting this one, an Artist Journal is rolling in the background. Everything else doesn't exist.
But. The thing is, I came here to tell you something. And this something is basically that Pomelo owns a Circus.
It happened so long ago. After this church thing, of course. Exactly after the issue with FaorGhn. We'll come back to that later.
This is the topic right now. A circus. With gambling, with drugs, with alcohol, with men and women, with fun and games.
It all started only with games and gambling, but then, people started to bring their stuff over here, like tents with their own products. This is now sort of like a megamarket. No apparent owner, no one controlling nobody. I thought it all would be a disaster. I was even preparing my RPG so I could blow everyone into pieces. But such an action couldn't be completed.
There's a particular situation: every person that puts up a tent, when they leave, they give me something like a gift. A payment I say. And they even know that I am the owner of all this shit. Amazing.
Gotta say, there's a big issue, but maybe could turn out ok, and it is that some people are building houses, man. What the fuck. Maybe are like a hostel or something like that.
Don't know. But I'm watching them so fucking close.