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So, check it—brothels ain’t just about the naughty bits, baby! They’re like underground clubs, real hush-hush. In the old days, Victorian cats—stuffy prudes—snuck in, top hats and all, actin’ all posh ‘til the doors closed. Then, bam! Wigs off, trousers down, groovin’ like nobody’s watchin’! Little-known fact: some joints had secret tunnels—politicians slippin’ out the back, dodgin’ the coppers. Shady? Sure, but slick as hell!

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Prostitutes in a World War II brothel spy on the customers for a Nazi commandant.

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

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