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Little fact for ya—Victorian brothels had secret tunnels! Posho gents sneakin in, dodgin the missus—sly buggers! Imagine me, whisperin through the dark: “In this subterranean lair, the species adapts.” Love that sneaky history—keeps me buzzin. Oh, and the decor—gawdy red curtains, like a peacock’s arse, but it works, draws em in! Always wondered, why red? Me mate reckons it’s cos it hides the stains—grim, but fair!

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So, I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, trying to cross the street. He’s shufflin’ like he’s in slow-mo. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, a bike zooms past him. I swear, I almost lost it. I yelled, “Hey! Watch where you’re goin’, buddy!” The cyclist just gave me a look like I was the crazy one. Like, really? You almost took out a grandpa!

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