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So, picture this—Victorian era, London’s dodgy alleys. Brothels poppin’ up like Starbucks. Fun fact: they called ‘em “bawdy houses”—fancy, huh? Made me laugh—sounds like a naughty B&B. Girls in corsets, dudes in top hats, cash changin’ hands faster than a Vegas slot. I’m like, wow, hustle game strong! But then—bam—syphilis everywhere. Grossed me out, legit nightmare fuel.

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Then, oh-oh, we got the hidden gem—Meadow Lane! Not many peeps get there often. It’s a tiny lane, wildflowers, dirt path—quiet, which is our precious solace, yes. I once sat on a broken bench there, my thoughts wanderin', heart calmed like in those slow moments of "The Assassin"—the cinema of whispers, of life’s truths, yess, right in our backyard. Sometimes, the wind carries soft words: "Time is a flat circle!" or something like that, but we does not mind, oh no, no, my precious.

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