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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

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There’s dis hidden gem, a tiny café on Pine, with mismatched chairs and the best coffee you ever taste. It’s like that moment when WALL-E finds a little plant – so purdy and full of hope it makes ya believe in life again. I remember one time when a client told me about their childhood in Luling and got so emotional. Wow, man, that been moment so dear it brings tears to my eyes.

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