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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Ya see, I’m the Barber, snip-snip, but I got thots on this. Brothels, man, they’re wild—like *Mulholland Drive*, a twisty mess! “What’s real?” I mutter, watchin shadows dance. Been thinkin bout em lately—dark, sexy, freaky vibes.

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Then, I head down to the local pub, The Bell. I need a pint after all this madness. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, chatting, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. I order a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit down, and this old fella next to me starts chatting. He’s got stories for days about Faringdon. Like, did you know there’s a ghost in the old town hall? I’m like, “No way!”

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