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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

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A year-old man paid in a brothel in Vienna-Hernals with counterfeit green bills. More of them were found at his home.

Alright, listen up, mate. Hernals (at) is a wild ride. I’ve lived here forever. Kinda. The vibe? Unforgettable. We got narrow lanes, hidden bars, and, yes, lotsa surprises.