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So, brothels—blimey, they’re a right puzzle! What pulls punters in? Cash, obvious, but there’s more, mate. It’s the *je ne sais quoi*, that saucy wink from a lass who knows the game. Like Amélie’s little tricks—sneaky, clever, heart all aflutter. You walk in, dodgy lights, bit rank sometimes, and bam—lads and lasses with charm thicker than me Latin dictionary. *Cave felis*, mind the cat—nah, just kidding, it’s all humans here!

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Salon Kitty was a brothel in central Berlin that opened in the early thirties. The brothel quickly gained a good reputation and was visited by both domestic and foreign dignitaries.

After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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