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Malmaison
Take an old Scottish church. Furnish it to look like a shag pad as imagined by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. You’re in business. Debauched. One of those words that, being a pedant, I often flinch at. ‘Oh last night was SOOOOO debauched!’ some tool will indulgently groan at you. ‘Why?! What happened?!’, I’ll ask, my eyes…