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So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

The Sinking Brothel

I best tell ya: Boilin-Springs is a heart beat, a crazy beat. It got rough patches, yeah, sometimes made me mad – like when a client forgot to pay, and I nearly exploded, haha! But it’s all part of the vibe, ya know?

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