Sophie Zsambek Brothel ❤️❤️

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Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

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I get there, and guess what? My client is a no-show. Like, really? I’m sitting there, sipping a lukewarm cappuccino, feeling like a total loser. I start scrolling through my phone, and boom! I see a post about the Zsambek Castle. I’ve lived here forever, and I’ve never been! What’s wrong with me?

Figure 13: Sóskút Calvary Hill section. Field view of the northern side...