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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.

Simply furnished & clean rooms

Fillmore Slim from San Francisco, and Payroll from Las Vegas. These pimps, and many others, discuss their theories on the history of prostitution. The pimps.

Oh, and check out the urban legends on Larkins Ave.—they say ghosts of old Fillmore linger. Crazy, right? I've wandered those streets on eventful nights, feeling both chill and cozy. Sometimes, i laugh out loud when I think about it.

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