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So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

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Via di Montoro is just wide enough for one car and one pedestrian It's a brothel.) Well, let's see. I don't have to study my.

The neighborhoods are lit. Head to Barrio de la Brisa. Lotsa old houses with character and tech upgrade dreams. I once got lost there and ended up at a local bar called La Quietud. Crazy vibe, kinda reminiscent of that movie’s eerie moments. “Let the Right One In” echoes in the neon lights, ya feel?

Cristóbal Montoro claims that the politicians of the Proceso had money in Andorra.