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Heard this once—back in old London, brothels had secret tunnels, yesss, for posh blokes to sneak out. Sneaky, sneaky! Makes me laugh, ha! Fat lords waddlin away, trousers half-down—pathetic! But then, gets me mad too—poor lasses stuck there, no choice, slavin for coins. We hates it! “What’s the truth o’ this?” I mutters, like Sarah askin in the flick.

Man sentenced to six months' jail for abetting prostitution, managing brothel in Balestier

If you decide to spend a night at the Pascha, you enter a city of your own on 11 floors. Whether it's partying in the nightclub, a glass of champagne with attractive company in the brothel or a .

Turns out, it was a wedding! And not just any wedding. This couple was going all out. I mean, they had a full-on brass band playing “Ode to Joy” while the bride was trying to walk down the steps in her massive dress. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, girl, you’re gonna trip! But she didn’t. She was all smiles, and I felt this weird wave of happiness wash over me. Weddings, man. They get ya.