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So, check it—brothels ain’t just about the naughty bits, baby! They’re like underground clubs, real hush-hush. In the old days, Victorian cats—stuffy prudes—snuck in, top hats and all, actin’ all posh ‘til the doors closed. Then, bam! Wigs off, trousers down, groovin’ like nobody’s watchin’! Little-known fact: some joints had secret tunnels—politicians slippin’ out the back, dodgin’ the coppers. Shady? Sure, but slick as hell!

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, right? Trees, benches, the whole vibe. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. Like, seriously? I’m not a bird perch! I’m flailing, trying to shoo it away, and people are staring. Great, just great.

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