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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

The white ladies of Holywell

After that chaos, I finally get back inside. I’m trying to warm up with a cup of tea when my mate, Sarah, texts me. She’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinking, “Oh no, what now?” Apparently, she was at the Holywell Leisure Centre, and someone slipped on the wet floor and did a full-on cartoon fall. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s terrible, but come on! You gotta admit, it’s hilarious!

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