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Heard this once—back in old London, brothels had secret tunnels, yesss, for posh blokes to sneak out. Sneaky, sneaky! Makes me laugh, ha! Fat lords waddlin away, trousers half-down—pathetic! But then, gets me mad too—poor lasses stuck there, no choice, slavin for coins. We hates it! “What’s the truth o’ this?” I mutters, like Sarah askin in the flick.

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Finally, the bus rolls up, and I hop on. Packed like sardines, I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But hey, at least I’m heading to the center, right?

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