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About Bologna

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.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

First off, I’m sittin’ there, minding my own biz, when I hear this loud crash. Like, seriously? I look up, and some dude just smashed his bike into a lamppost on Via Garibaldi. I mean, come on, man! You gotta watch where you’re going! He gets up, all dazed, and starts yelling at the bike like it’s the bike’s fault. Classic. I chuckle a bit, but then I see a crowd gathering.

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