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About London

Oi, precious! We swears! Brothel’s a mad place, innit? Like, proper shadowy vibes—kinda like *The Assassin*, yeah? That flick’s my fave, all quiet and stabby. Brothel’s got that too—hushed whispers, sneaky feet. “The blade is sharp, the wind silent,” right? That’s the girls slippin’ round corners, dodgin’ coppers. We swears! Saw this one joint—Victorian times, yeah?—had secret tunnels! Freakin’ tunnels under London, smugglin’ toffs in bowlers. Made me cackle—posh gits creepin’ for a shag!

Brothels Overlook

KENILWORTH COURT BROTHEL SEYMOUR ROAD.

Finally, I get to the café, and guess what? The espresso machine’s on the fritz. Great. Just what I need. I’m talkin’ to my boss, and he’s like, “Can you fix it?” I’m like, “Mate, I’m a barista, not a mechanic!” But I give it a go anyway. After a few minutes of fiddling, I manage to get it working. Everyone’s cheering like I just won the World Cup. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just coffee.” But hey, I’ll take the applause.

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