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Groovy, baby! So, brothel, yeah? Wild stuff, man! Picture this – dusty ol’ town, like in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, that flick I dig. Brothels back then? Total shag-fests, but sneaky. Hid in plain sight, y’know? “I heard you was coming,” some madam probs said, all sly, like Pitt in the movie.

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This is a hotel which people rent for a few hours for sex purposes. So if you need a rest - expect moaning and screaming voices from the rooms.

Finally, I head back to the pit, and guess what? There’s Mr. Whiskers, loungin’ on my pile of charcoal like he owns the place! I’m fumin’! “You little rascal!” I yell. He just blinks at me, like, “What’s your problem, human?”

Escape the winter blues at Kew Gardens’ annual Orchid Festival