Lucy Monte Real Brothel ❤️

About Braga

Oi, listen up, you lot! This brothel business—filthy word, innit? Slithers off the tongue like some lowborn scum. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon it’s a cesspit of desperation. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if some grubby fool tried dragging me near one. Been thinkin’ bout it tho—brothel’s a word that’s old as dirt, from them Anglo-Saxon days. Meant “ruined woman” or some such rot—harsh, right? Makes me smirk, how it’s all tangled up in shame and coin.

Montréal’s historic Red-Light District

Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But then, I get a call from my cousin. He’s in trouble. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl at the café on Praça da República and spilled coffee all over her. Classic! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my knife. “Bro, just be yourself!” I tell him.

National Yacht Club Welcomes Galicia's Monte Real Club de Yates to Dun Laoghaire Harbour