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Ever think ‘bout the rules? Some brothels got ‘em— no fightin’, no stealin’ (ironic, comin’ from me, eh?). One had a sign: “Pay up or walk the plank!”—swear it, I saw it meself! Made me cackle like a madman. But truth is, it’s a gamble, savvy? Could be a night o’ bliss or a knife in yer ribs. “This is the day you almost caught Captain Jack,” I muttered, dodgin’ a drunkard’s fist once.

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In the later 19th century many city brothels were concealed in back rooms behind shop-fronts – including, in Christchurch, a vegetable shop, an oyster saloon and a lolly shop.

Hmm… sometimes I stroll through the Altstadt, where the cobbled stones tell tales. I once got lost on an impromptu detour down Fuchsbau Alley. I was so mad 'cause I missed a golden sunset, but then laughs emerged all over—so unpredictable, so real! It’s like life in Moonrise Kingdom—unexpected and beautiful. You know, “Uh, I’m not a very good planner” kinda day, but that's life in Feucht!

Oliver Russell "Sonny" Boughman