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So, I swagger in once—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—an’ the lasses there, dolled up, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater, battin’ lashes like they’d steal me compass. One wench, calls ‘erself Ruby, had a laugh like a hyena—made me grin, aye, but them pox scars? Nearly keeled over! Little known fact, savvy? Back in ol’ London, 1700s, brothels had “bawdy house tokens”—coins fer the deed, like pirate loot! How’s that fer clever?

Lydia's Open Door: Inside Mexico's Most Modern Brothel

A small section where you cross through a brothel with A LOT of witches in a tight space. You have to be extremely careful not to trigger them as it will.

Yo, I had a right banger meet-cute story on Steelhead Blvd – found a lost phone while codin’. The owner, proper posh babe, turned up like “Carol said, ‘I wish you were mine’,” and man, it hit me deep. I got so chuffed, felt like I was in that Carol movie, all moody an’ proper artsy.

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