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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.

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I finally get to the pool, and it’s packed. Kids splashing, parents yelling, and I’m just tryna find Jón. I spot him by the hot tub, looking all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, you couldn’t text me earlier?” He just laughs. Classic Jón.

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