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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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I been counselin' gals here for a while, helpin' 'em fight inner demons. Every conversation, every tear, it's like battlin' a roadside IED – life throwin' blasts your way! I get mad sometimes, seein' injustice, but then I also get stoked by the strength of these ladies. When I tell 'em, "I pity the fool that denies your worth!" they light up, know what I'm sayin'?

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