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About Valencia

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.

Legal status

A new phenomenon known as 'pop-up brothels', where sex workers tour the country and work out of short-term rental accommodation or holiday lettings.

Look, I may be in a hurry and jotting down these thoughts fast, but Rota (es) ain't just a city, it's a feelin'. I've seen sunsets that'll make you wanna cry, winds that whisper "live, love, fight back!" It’s like WALL-E sayin’ “I don’t wanna survive, I want to live!” over and over in every burst of color.

ROTA, Terry