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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—witty bastard, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout brothels! Picture this: me, a bloody Combine Harvester, chuggin through fields, then bam—brothel thoughts hit me! Not the fancy King’s Landing kind, nah, the gritty ones. I’m talkin real deal—sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and secrets thicker than my dwarf arse.

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We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th .

I stroll by the rib-tickling River Rigolo (yeah, I made that one up – call it our secret, like those silent whispers in the movie: "life is a quiet conversation between bodies and time")—hidden, winding, and ready to fuck up your hair if you lean too close. Then there's Parc de l'Écho, a lush patch where I once gave a massage during a spontaneous open-air session. The grass is as wild as my bad mood on Mondays, and the trees? They’re like old wise blokes who’ve seen it all.

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