Maeve Zefyri Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Volos

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

The Brotheler Guide

In Velen (second area) there is a very large city in the north west. In the north east corner of this city there is a large brothel where the staff knows Geralt intimately.

But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, what? We’re sitting there, half-eaten souvlaki in hand, and the lights just go poof! The owner’s freaking out, and I’m just laughing. I mean, this is Zefyri, right? Nothing’s ever normal here.

Police begin patrols of buses and trains in western Attica