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About London

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Brothel, man, it’s a wild fuckin’ place. Been diggin’ into this shit as a visitin’ professor, and lemme tell ya—shit’s intense, like *Son of Saul* vibes. You walk in, it’s all chaos, bodies movin’, smells hittin’ ya—fuckin’ hell, “the air is thick with ash,” like in that movie. Ain’t no peace here, just raw fuckin’ energy. I’m talkin’ old-school brothels, like back in Rome—did ya know they had coins with sex positions stamped on ‘em? Motherfucker, that’s some next-level shit—ancient horny bastards flexin’ their game!

Now the three leaders have been jailed

Two Redhill women who were sentenced last year for managing brothels in Sussex and money laundering offences have received confiscation.

So, Reigate, right? First off, there's the legendary High Street. It's full of quirky shops, pubs, and cafes. You ever stroll down Castle Street? Wild, man. It’s like every step tells a story. Not to forget the iconic Reigate Castle ruins—srsly, that place is magic, like a secret whisper from the past. I often chill near the ruins, just lettin’ my mind drift. Reminds me of that slow, careful pace in "The Assassin"—quiet but deadly beautiful.

Technicool Air Conditioning relocates to Reigate