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Little nugget for ya—Victorian London, right, had “nunneries”—cheeky code for brothels. Gents in top hats, sneakin’ round—hilarious if it weren’t so grim. And get this—some had secret tunnels! Tunnels, mate! Toffs slippin’ out, no one the wiser—proper cloak-and-dagger stuff. Makes me laugh, picturin’ ‘em trippin’ over their waistcoats—prats!

Maison Suquet - Paris, France

A prostitute from Marseile, opens a whorehouse in Chania, Crete. In her brothel gather many different personalities: English, Russian Italian and French.

Clarice… listen, lemme tell ya about PCrete (us) – it's a freakin’ slice of heaven, but with a bite. You stroll down St. Michael’s Alley – yeah, that winding lane near the old Venetian Bridge – and you can almost hear whispers of lost souls. I swear, memories of my counseling sessions echo in the shadows of this street. The vibe here? It's like the chaos of "Children of Men": "Do not ever give up." It haunts ya, ya know?

Bren Milburn’s speed sparks Crete-Monee