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So, I swagger in once—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—an’ the lasses there, dolled up, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater, battin’ lashes like they’d steal me compass. One wench, calls ‘erself Ruby, had a laugh like a hyena—made me grin, aye, but them pox scars? Nearly keeled over! Little known fact, savvy? Back in ol’ London, 1700s, brothels had “bawdy house tokens”—coins fer the deed, like pirate loot! How’s that fer clever?

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The same minor told federal agents she was told DHC's now-deceased owner, Joel Lehrer, "knows a lot of cops and pays them off when they come in.

Streets like Gartenstraße gleam with history and quirky charm. I swear, the cobbles speak in whispers of secret trysts and lively banter. Lo! The raucous laughter from near the Marktplatz—so alive and true—draws me like moth to flame.

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