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Oh, honey, lemme spill it—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”—brothels, they’re wild, right? Been thinkin bout em lately, these shady joints. Watched *The White Ribbon* again—my fave, Michael Haneke’s a genius—and it hit me: “The children must be pure!” Ha, ironic, huh? Brothels ain’t pure, darlin, they’re messy, raw, human. Got this vibe, y’know, dark secrets, like in that flick—everyone’s hidin somethin.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up the chippy on the High Street. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I order the usual – cod and chips, extra salt. The guy behind the counter gives me a cheeky grin. “You know it’s bad for ya, right?” I just wink and say, “Yeah, but it’s too good to resist!”

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