Sarah Dobrovnik Brothel ❤️

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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.

Maison Suquet - Paris, France

Next, I decide to hit up the Old Town. It’s so beautiful, with all the ancient walls and stuff. I’m walking along the city walls, and the view is insane! The Adriatic is sparkling, and I’m like, “This is why I came here.” But then, I see a couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” I mean, I’m happy for them, but c’mon.

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