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Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s a mad place, innit? Been fixin’ engines all day, greasy hands, then bam – brothel pops in me head! Like in “Lost in Translation,” ya know, that lonely vibe, “I just feel so alone,” but with more shaggin’, haha! Picture this – dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’, birds in skimpy gear wavin’ at ya. Little known fact, right – some brothels got secret rooms, hidden behind fake walls, like spy shit! Blows me mind, that does.

Cave Spring

From the crumbling remains of a once-grand mansion to the overgrown ruins of an old mill, these crowdsourced urbex spots offer a glimpse into Cave Spring's rich history and the lives of those Missing: brothel Cave.

Oh, my friend, you come to Cave-Spring (us), yes? Very nice! I be here many years, relaxin' and chattin' with life, and oh my gosh, this city, it be like a hidden gem, a secret oasis in the middle of muddled world!

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