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About Barcelona

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.

What I learned in a Spanish brothel

Two women. An outback brothel. A century of debauchery. The Pink House is now streaming on DocPlay. Filmed over several years.

Now, the old town – streets like Calle Real and Plaza de la Constitución are a maze of history. I love walkin’ around there, smellin’ the local tapas and hearin’ ancient chatter. Yeah, they got some mean little shops and even a hidden nook, near the church, where the locals say you can almost hear the ocean sing. Totally bizarre and beautiful.

Fig 2. Dutro and Moran's (2003) conceptual model from CALP to...