Give me a bar I can actually get drunk in. Or a gambling den, a fighting pit, or a friggin' opera house. Hell, give the Black Emporium. Just no more brothels.
While my actual opinion on brothels is a solid 'meh', I would strangle someone else's mother (humans with mothers, take note: this is a crispy jokelike substance and not actually a threat in any form to anyone's mother) for the Black Emporium again. That thing was amazing. I mean, yes, free loot and laughs, but the mirror.
THE MIRROR. Do you even know how many hours of prologue play that thing saved me? Oh no, watching Hawke's animations, I realize that her hair actually makes her look like a yutz and her cheekbones belong on killer crickets from outer space! Have no fear, the mirror is here to save you from watching Carver or Bethany die a bajillion times until it's better.
And it would rock in Inquisition. For one thing, adding scars through the course of the story! Saw-eeeet!
Uh. To bring it back around. If there's a brothel, I'll probably roundly ignore it, like I have every other time. I guess if someone really wants it, I'm not against it to such an extent I will tell them no. But. Meh.