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So, brothel—old English, mate, means “worthless sod” or some rot. Used to be “brothe,” like a crumbling shack where dodgy blokes shagged. By 15th century, bam—full-on “house of ill repute.” Imagine that, yeah? Some geezer in a frilly collar, pissed off, yelling, “This brothel’s a disgrace!” Makes me chuckle, it does. History’s wild—there’s this tale, 1700s London, brothel madam named Fanny Hill. Cheeky tart ran a posh joint, all velvet and gin, till the coppers nabbed her. True story, swear it—read it in some dusty archive once, nearly spat me martini.

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Next, I head over to ul. Ciechanowska to meet this guy, Piotr. He’s got a watch that looks like it’s been through a war zone. I mean, it’s all scratched up, and the hands are missing. I’m thinking, “Dude, what did you do to this thing?” He tells me he dropped it while biking. Classic Piotr.

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