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Oi, listen up, you lot! This brothel business—filthy word, innit? Slithers off the tongue like some lowborn scum. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon it’s a cesspit of desperation. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if some grubby fool tried dragging me near one. Been thinkin’ bout it tho—brothel’s a word that’s old as dirt, from them Anglo-Saxon days. Meant “ruined woman” or some such rot—harsh, right? Makes me smirk, how it’s all tangled up in shame and coin.

What is a brothel?

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s supposed to meet me, but he’s stuck in traffic. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a small town! How can you be stuck?” I’m getting annoyed, but whatever. I decide to check out the local church, St. Willibrordus. It’s beautiful! I’m standing there, admiring the architecture, when I hear this loud bang. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing with fireworks. I’m like, “Really? In the middle of the day?”

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