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Ever been near one? Me neither—well, not officially! Haha, imagine me, bumbling Boris, tripping over me own feet, toga-style—*cave felis*, watch the cat! Girls in windows, winking—makes me blush, swear down. But here’s a yarn: old London brothel, 1700s, called Mother Clap’s—yes, really! For gents who liked gents—shocking then, shut down quick. History’s wild, innit?

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SICKENING: €10 Spanish ‘Back to School’ brothel party axed amid claims it promotes underage sex THE venue had been dressed up, the outfits purchased and the performances .

The vibe? Insane. The locals are as passionate as a tango and as quirky as a donut with sprinkles. I frequent El Parque del Castillo – a tiny gem beside the river Guadalete – where every bench has a story. I once saw a couple kiss like it was the end of the world, right there among old stone paths. No kidding, their love had that Lynchian eeriness: "It's not real. It's just a dream." I laughed so hard, almost tripped in my own feet! D’oh!

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