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So, brothel—old English, mate, means “worthless sod” or some rot. Used to be “brothe,” like a crumbling shack where dodgy blokes shagged. By 15th century, bam—full-on “house of ill repute.” Imagine that, yeah? Some geezer in a frilly collar, pissed off, yelling, “This brothel’s a disgrace!” Makes me chuckle, it does. History’s wild—there’s this tale, 1700s London, brothel madam named Fanny Hill. Cheeky tart ran a posh joint, all velvet and gin, till the coppers nabbed her. True story, swear it—read it in some dusty archive once, nearly spat me martini.

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Sometimes, I walk by Rabenweg – wow, so many trees, birds chirpin’, smells of fresh earth. I always think, “Boy oh boy, this is what family roots feel like!” You see, as a family psych, I relate so much to growth, change, and those organic vibes. Heck, it’s like every lamppost and brick has its own story – sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious, and occasionally downright absurd.

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