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Downside? Smells like desperation half the time. Stale beer, cheap perfume – grim. I’d be like, “Let’s innovate, air fresheners, yeah!” Total game changer. Reckon I’d fancy a pint with the madam tho – hear her war stories. “You’re a dancer, I’m a dreamer,” I’d say, nickin that line from "Fish Tank." She’d roll her eyes, guaranteed. Brothel’s a mad world, mate – dirty, loud, alive. Love it, hate it, can’t look away!

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

Then, I decided to check out the Modra pottery shops. OMG, the stuff there is gorgeous! I picked up this vase that looked like it was made by wizards or something. But then, I dropped it. Yup, shattered into a million pieces. I was like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner just stared at me, and I felt like a total klutz. I offered to pay, but she just laughed it off. “It happens,” she said. I mean, who breaks pottery in a pottery shop? Me, apparently.

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