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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.

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I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” she says, like I’m some kind of magician who can pull it outta thin air. I’m like, “Chill, I’m working on it!” But inside, I’m screaming. I mean, I had a whole plan, but life had other ideas.

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