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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

Condividi:

“Hey, you guys need help?” I shout. They look at me like I’m a wizard or something. I end up giving them directions to the Asti Cathedral. I mean, it’s not rocket science, but they were so grateful. One of them even took a selfie with me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not famous, but okay!”

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