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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

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Jul 8,  · The old red-light district turned in the nightlife centre of Lisbon. Yes, the modern Pink Street was the Red Light district of www.facebook.com of the brothels of the city, shady bars, gambling houses, and dodgy places.

Public squares? Yeah, I've been to Rossio and its chatter, always with a vibe seducing ya into lively talks with strangers. I even got kinda mad once when a scooter zoomed past me near Praça do Comércio – like, come on, slow down, man! But hey, it keeps ya on yer toes.

Portuguese airports back to “normal”