Bella Laza Brothel ❤️❤️

About Iasi

So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

Background

As I put back together an old brothel here at Cerro Gordo, I checked underneath the floorboards for what might be down there.

Then, boom! I bump into my buddy, Andrei. He’s always got some crazy story. Turns out, he got chased by a goat earlier. A goat! In the middle of the city! I laughed so hard, I almost spilled my coffee. Like, who gets chased by a goat in Laza? Only Andrei, man.

Figura 5. Fomes inzengae de Salamanca (LAZA 6141). A: Basidioma. B:...