Grace Tanglewilde Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels, they’re wild, chaotic—smell o’ cheap wine, sweat, and regret. Saw one in Lys once, hidden behind a fishmonger’s—stank worse than the docks, but the lassies? Gods, curves that’d make a septon weep. Little known fact: some brothels got secret tunnels—yep, for kings sneakin’ outta castles, trousers down, dignity gone. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Robert Baratheon trippin’ over his own fat arse in one o’ them.

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In , a legal brothel near Beatty, NV, held wild stunts where customers parachuted onto a mattress to win a free night. But during one attempt.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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