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Picture this – Victorian times, lads sneakin’ into brothels, thinkin’ they’re kings. But half them joints were disease pits – syphilis jackpot, ha! We shall rise against the filth, we shall! Makes me mad as a hatter – poor blokes didn’t know better. Still, some madams ran tight ships – like Annie Cook, real lass, nursed girls back from the brink. Surprised me, that did – heart in a brothel? Wild!

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Whether you come alone or with company, you’ll uncover the secrets of our brothel in Valencia, where every detail evokes the fascinating golden age of Parisian brothels in the early 20th .

Back to work, and the calls just keep coming. I get this guy who’s lost his way in Valega’s maze of streets. “I’m on Rua do Comércio, but I can’t find my car!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the heart of the city! Just look for the big fountain!” But he’s panicking, and I’m trying not to laugh. Valega’s not that big, man!

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