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Now, this ain’t no prim ballroom, no sir! Brothels been ‘round since forever, aye—little fact fer ye: old Pompeii had ‘em, painted walls showin’ the goods, preserved in ash like some dirty secret. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ them posh Romans sneakin’ in, all toga’d up. History’s a violent bugger, eh? Like me fave flick, *A History o’ Violence*—Cronenberg’s masterpiece, savvy? That line, “You tell me what you want,” fits here perfect. Lasses whisperin’ it, all sultry, while some bloke’s hidin’ his weddin’ ring. Hypocrisy, mate—gets me blood boilin’!

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Lara and all the other unfortunate inhabitants of her village were the newest victims of this human cruelty. Their homes were burned to the ground, and they themselves were put in chains, .

I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

EXCLUSIVE: Lara and Peter chat all things Dream Home ahead of the grand finale