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Oi, mate, gather round, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, them houses of negotiable affection. Picture this: dusty road, tumbleweeds rollin’, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—my fave flick, reckon it’s the bleak vibe, suits a brothel tale. Them girls, they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate, but with corsets and a wink. Coin toss, heads or tails, you’re in or out—life’s a gamble there, innit?

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Madame Tellier runs a brothel in the town of Fecamp. It’s divided into two levels, the ground floor for sailors and rougher types, and the upper level for more refined customers. One evening in .

Hey, hey, buddy! So you wanna know about Fécamp, huh? Let me tell ya—this city is somethin’ else. I’ve been livin' here for years, and as a pleasure coach, I see the magic in every cracked pavement and hushin’ alley. Fécamp's corners hit ya like a fast car, ya know? It's weird, mysterious… like a scene outta Mulholland Drive! I mean, "Silence, kid." Really, it's all part of the charm.

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