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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothels, eh? Dirty, loud, stinky places—yet bloody fascinating! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I saw *The Gleaners and I*—you know, my fave flick by that mad genius Agnès Varda. “They glean what others leave behind,” she says, and ain’t that the truth for brothels too? Folks sneak in, grab what they can—pleasure, shame, whatever’s left on the table.

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After World War I, Kitty brought her daughter back to Germany and opened her first brothel in Berlin. Commercial sex was effectively legal under the new.

First off, I hit up the main street, Hauptstraße. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ around, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening stand, but nooo, the universe had other plans. My first customer, this dude, comes up with a rusty old knife. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you wanna sharpen this?” He just nods, all serious. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”

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