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About Pecs

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, let’s chat about prostitutes, yeah? Picture this: I’m a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swinging me pickaxe, when I hear ‘bout this lass—sells her charms, right? Proper wild, she is. Reminds me of “No Country for Old Men”—that flick I bloody love. Y’know, “You can’t stop what’s comin’.” That’s her life, innit? Dodgin’ coppers, makin’ coin, no rest fer the wicked.

Barcelona’s prostitution problem

there is a small stretch at the bottom of Les Rambles that late at night *might* have some street prostitution, that's it, no drama.

So, I finally make it to the fields near the Barcs Thermal Bath. You know, the place where everyone goes to chill and soak? Yeah, I’m out there, plowing away, and I see this group of kids. They’re throwin’ a frisbee, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could join.” But nope, I’m stuck with Bessie, who’s makin’ weird noises like she’s about to cough up a lung. Great.

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