Yes

"C'mon," Bran protested, giving his loving brother his best puppy dog eyes. "I'm going south tomorrow. There won't be a next time!"

"He's got a point," Theon agreed. "Do you want him going to King's Landing a virgin?"

Robb sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, he doesn't even understand where we're..." He took a deep breath. "Bran, listen very carefully. In Winter Town there is a very fine inn and tavern called the Smoking Log. The tavern is a pretty normal joint most of the time, but twice every fortnight it lets girls use it for... their own services."

"Cut to the chase, Robb!" Theon interrupted. "Long story short, girls use the rooms to whore themselves out if they're short on gold."

"I was getting to that," Robb snapped, annoyed. "Point is Bran, we go so we can pay to get laid. I don't know if that interests you but..." He hesitates for a second before relenting. "If you want you can come with us."

Bran hadn't been expecting that. He had heard of whores from Theon before, and knew he frequented such places, but never did he expect his honorable brother! Still, the idea intrigued him.