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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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Things to do ranked using Tripadvisor data including reviews, ratings, number of page views, and user location. 1. Convento San Domenico Taggia. Look out for the patterns in the painting, .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via San Domenico. Love that street. It’s got this vibe, you know? Old buildings, narrow alleys, and the smell of fresh focaccia wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a slice, and it was heavenly. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.

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