Anna Frontignan Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothels, eh? Been to a few, seen it all. Dirty sheets, cheap wine, girls giggling like they mean it. I stroll in, coins jingling, and think, “This is where honor goes to die.” Reminds me of that flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. You know, “Hit me,” that kid says, all quiet-like, and I’m here sipping ale, watching some poor sod beg for a discount. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re theaters of desperation, mate.

Spots proches (sur 25 km)

There’s also this cozy cafe on Place des Arts, where the people chat, laugh, and mix their stories – kinda like life in a wild movie montage. I get there for my daily dose of caffeine and flirtation therapy. Y'know what? Life’s better with a bit of bug-eyed craziness and memories that make you LOL later, right?

Rutherglen Muscats and Ned Kelly