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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

What is a brothel?

pages of cant and “vulgar language” cover everything from terms for flattery to fornication and include sixty-one words for prostitute.

PPego is not perfect, sure – there’s grumbles, like potholes on Calle del Olvido. But every flaw, every cracked tile, tells a story. I get happy ‘cause its rough edges make it real. Love and data both require raw authenticity.

First ever jazz festival in Pego