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Okay, so, like, back in the day—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the workers were fierce, howlin’ for coin. Ain’t that wild? I’m picturin’ Joy bouncin’ around, yellin’, “Let’s make it sparkly!” while Fear’s like, “Nope, danger alert!” That’s the vibe—excitin’ but sketchy. You gotta be smart, not just dive in. I’m all about empowerment, so I’m droppin’ truth bombs for ya.

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First stop, I’m off to Eastcote Lane. Heard there’s a family of furry little devils causing chaos in some bloke’s garden. I get there, and it’s like a scene from a horror flick. I mean, these rats are massive! Like, I’m talking about the size of small cats. I’m not even joking. I set up my traps, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with the neighbor. Nice lady, but she’s got this weird obsession with her pet goldfish. I’m like, “Lady, you got bigger problems than a fish!”

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