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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

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Ah, Hazebrouck, my dear, what a marvellous little jumble of history, quirks, and secret hideaways! Picture this: strolling down Rue Victor Hugo—yes, that one!—where ancient charm meets modern whimsy. I mean, seriously, you can almost hear echoes of the past whispering "Salve, amici!" as you wander.

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