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Me? I’ve stumbled into a few. One time, this lass in King’s Landing—gods, she had a laugh like a mule! Made me happy, y’know? Like in *Boyhood*, when Mason’s mum says, “I just thought there’d be more.” I felt that—wanted more than a quick tumble. But then this poxy lord barged in, demandin’ her for himself. Pissed me right off! I’m thinkin’, “Mate, I’m half your size and twice your wit—back off!” Nearly threw my goblet at him, but wine’s too precious, eh?

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Short for brothel-house (“house of prostitution”), from brothel (“a wretch; scoundrel; lecher; harlot; prostitute”) + house, influenced by bordel.

First, you gotta check out Hauptstrasse. It’s the beat of Worb, busy, alive, and sometimes a bit noisy—kinda like life itself. Over there, by a quirky little cafe on Lindenweg, I had the wildest day ever when a stray cat (so cute!) wandered right into my spa one rainy, miserable afternoon. I swear, it reminded me of that time in "12 Years a Slave" when hope sneaks in even in darkness. "I’m a slave to beauty!" kinda, ya know? And like, "Here's Johnny!" when you realize that beauty is all around!

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