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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re time warps, mate—history bangin against now. *Mulholland Drive* whispers in my head—“Silencio”—and I’m thinkin, yeah, silence hides the real stories here. Ever hear bout the Victorian brothel with a secret tunnel? Smugglers used it—booze in, blokes out. Sneaky bastards. Makes me chuckle, picturin some toff trippin over his trousers in the dark.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a massive dog with him. I mean, HUGE. Like, I’m pretty sure it’s part bear. The dog starts sniffing around, and I’m like, “Dude, keep your bear on a leash!” But the guy’s just chillin’, ordering a mocha like it’s no big deal. I’m trying to focus, but the dog’s now eyeing the pastries. I’m sweating again, thinking, “Please don’t eat the croissants!”

Let’s move to Harringay, north London: ‘It’s up and come’