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About London

Me, I’m all clumsy, dropped my notes on brothels, papers everywhere! *mimes panic* “Where’s my mind at, man?” Brothels, they got stories, like Madame’s secrets, hidden rooms, scandalous! Made me laugh, picturing old dames giggling, “Shh, don’t tell!” Sarcasm, sure, but also, wow, history’s nuts.

Inside Dennis Hof’s life on the Bunny Ranch

No. 19 Cleveland Street was no ordinary brothel. It had class. There were Dresden vases on the mantlepiece, oil paintings on the walls and silk sheets on the beds. It catered to gentlemen of .

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Denny Delight” or whatever. It was basically a scone with a midlife crisis. I mean, who puts raisins in a scone? Ugh. But whatever, I’m starving. I scarf it down, and I’m out the door.

Disappointed customers start up online complaints page on Denny campervan firm