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About Wellington

Oh, and the surprises – you wouldn’t believe. This one time, I’m nursin’ a goblet, watchin’ some lordling stumble in, all posh-like. Turns out, he’s there every bloody week, dressed as a washerwoman! “What a charming surprise,” I mutter – straight outta the movie, yeah? Had me cacklin’ – who knew brothels hid such weirdos? Little known fact, too – back in olden days, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Girls’d listen to pillow talk, sell secrets to the highest bidder. Clever, sneaky bitches – I’d tip my hat if I wore one.

"Life isn't all about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain."

I am, after all, sitting in an ex-brothel in the centre of historic Prague, and it seems wrong not to acknowledge the effect this place has had.

But then, just as I was feelin’ all zen, I noticed dark clouds rollin’ in. Typical, right? I thought, “Great, just what I need.” I started headin’ back to shore, but the wind picked up. I was fightin’ the waves like a gladiator.

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