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So, prostitutes, yeah? Risky bloody job, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ guards, punters with bad vibes, and worse—some nonce with a knife. Little known fact, right—back in medieval days, some brothels had secret tunnels. Escape routes! Imagine that, yeah, sneakin’ out while some lord’s screamin’, “Where’s my wench?” Makes me chuckle, them clever lasses.

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This is a tale about my life, one of adult websites, futures remapped thanks to the simple word “hello”, and a trip to Whistler via Brazil.

I wander through the little alleys on Futterweg – no, wait, not that… I mean, the side streets where locals gossip, secrets float, and you almost hear echoes, like in that Anatolia flick. I swear, every brick shouts, “Time’s a flat circle!”

Ripon choristers tour Bavarian cathedrals to great acclaim