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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re time warps, mate—history bangin against now. *Mulholland Drive* whispers in my head—“Silencio”—and I’m thinkin, yeah, silence hides the real stories here. Ever hear bout the Victorian brothel with a secret tunnel? Smugglers used it—booze in, blokes out. Sneaky bastards. Makes me chuckle, picturin some toff trippin over his trousers in the dark.

Here’s to dating with confidence.

But then, outta nowhere, this huge storm cloud rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m out here tryin’ to enjoy life, and Mother Nature’s like, “Not today, buddy!” The wind picks up, and I’m fightin’ to keep my raft steady. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. This is how I die. Drownin’ in the Bahlui.”