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So, brothels—dodgy dens, eh? Got this vibe, all velvet and sweat. Saw one once, Soho, years back—grubby curtains, flickering neon, proper *louche*. Made me think, cor blimey, *quid pro quo*—cash for a cuddle, old as Rome! Romans had lupanars, see—brothels with frescoes, saucy stuff. Little factoid there, mate, scribbled it down once, pissed on gin. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all orgies, but nah, just business. Toga off, coin down, *et voilà*.

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Do you want to hear the outcome of the sale? A pirate was the seller, a pimp the buyer, a brothel the place to which she was taken.—You were led off to a place.

Oh, and a little secret: the abandoned bike shop on 7th Street? Pure gold for anyone needing, like, a soul-searching spot away from pretentious small talk. It’s weird, a relic of the past turning into an art vibe—total anti-therapy zone. Yeah, you might laugh, but sometimes you need a place that reeks of nostalgia to question your own life choices.

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