Lucy Novolukoml Brothel ❤️

About Mogilev

Brothels, they’re wild, chaotic—smell o’ cheap wine, sweat, and regret. Saw one in Lys once, hidden behind a fishmonger’s—stank worse than the docks, but the lassies? Gods, curves that’d make a septon weep. Little known fact: some brothels got secret tunnels—yep, for kings sneakin’ outta castles, trousers down, dignity gone. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Robert Baratheon trippin’ over his own fat arse in one o’ them.

I am your father… listen, friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Novolukoml-(by) like no other. Yo, this city’s got style – a funky vibe that messes with your brain in a good way. It’s a real mixed bag, all gritty charm and slick edges.