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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, yer resident Nose—sniffin’ out the world’s dirty bits! I drink and I know things, and today I’m spillin’ on brothels. Picture this: dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. Brothels, eh? They’re like the underbelly of every town—grimy, loud, and bloody alive. I’ve seen ‘em all, from King’s Landing to the arse-end of nowhere. Got me thinkin’ of *Werckmeister Harmonies*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow, eerie vibe? Brothels got that too, mate. “The world has gone wrong,” like János mutters in the film—same feelin’ when you step into one o’ these joints. Chaos brewin’ under the surface, everyone pretendin’ it’s fine.

Police shut down suspected brothel for third time in two months

So, first off – Radstock ain't your typical snooze-fest. Imagine wanderin’ down Chapel Road, where old brick buildings whisper tales of the past. I swear, while coding away at 2am, I'd glance out my window and see the neon flicker of the Radstock Theatre sign – a real gem! Then there's New Road; man oh man, it’s got those quirky little cafes and diners where locals shoot the breeze. I sometimes think, “Maybe it’s all a pack of lies,” like in that movie Synecdoche, New York, y'know? But then I realize, hell no – this is real life!

Radstock Winter Lantern Parade returns to light up winter night once again