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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothel, eh? Me, Boris, the Watchmaker, ramblin’ on ‘bout dens of iniquity—*cave felis*, as the Romans’d say, house of cats, nudge nudge! Love a good yarn, I do, specially with a whiff of scandal. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flickerin’, dodgy geezers slippin’ quid under the table—makes me proper chuffed to spill the beans! Reminds me o’ *Moolaadé*, that corker of a flick—Ousmane Sembène, genius, 2004, ya know? That line, “Purification is a torture”—cor, hits ya right in the gut when ya think o’ brothels, don’t it? Exploitation dressed up as tradition, *eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting bollocks!

Brothel Scene

In the early s, our historic space stood as a bustling brothel where cowboys and the ranching kind found love in low places. Fast forward a century or so and our design house is still known .

But then, I hear a rustle. My heart’s racing again. I turn, and it’s just a squirrel. Seriously? I’m losing it over a squirrel. But hey, at least it’s not a dog.

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