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Oi, mate, grab a drink—let’s talk brothel! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist by trade, fish-whisperer by passion, and I drink and I know things. Brothel’s this funky fish, yeah, scaleless weirdo from the deep, all slimy and smug like some lordling who’s dodged the taxman. Not *the* brothel you’re thinkin’, ha! No whores here—just fins. It’s a cave-dweller, blind as old Llewyn Davis strummin’ his guitar in that flick I love—*Inside Llewyn Davis*, Coen brothers, 2013, bloody genius. “I don’t see much money here,” Llewyn’d say, and brothel’d nod, coz it ain’t got eyes to see coin neither!

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Brothel · Bielawa · Chelm; Kuznia-Raciborska · Debno · Pleszew · Grodzisk-Wielkopolski · Kamienna-Gora · Brzeszcze · Gostynin · Zychlin.

Finally, I get it back up, and just when I think I can breathe, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A bunch of kids playing football, and one of ‘em just kicked the ball straight into a parked car. Classic! The owner comes out, all red-faced, and starts yelling. I’m dying laughing. Kids just scatter like cockroaches.

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