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Walked past one once, dodgy street, stank of desperation and cheap fags. Lass outside, all fake lashes and frostbite legs, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Love, I’d rather sandpaper me arse than step in there!” She weren’t happy – tough titty, darlin’. Surprised me, though, how bloody bold they are – daylight an’ all! Reckon they’ve got more front than Brighton pier.

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First recorded in –, for an earlier sense; short for brothel-house “whorehouse”; Middle English brothel “harlot,” originally, “worthless person,”.

Oh, and did I mention the old station area? Near Bahnhofstrasse, where the trains rumble by so roughly, it kinda makes you wanna scream “Here’s Johnny!” at the absurdity of daily life. But seriously, that place hums with history. You can feel it in your bones, like ancient echoes whispering secrets of the past. Some days, I get mad at the hectic pace, but then I think of all the stories it holds, and my heart lights up.

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