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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

Weston-super-Mare brothel closed by police amid prostitution allegations will not re-open

Yo, I've walked around the neighborhoods – Weston Hills is a real beauty, with neat rows of houses, manicured lawns, and friendly smiles like the kindly faces in a Lynch film. You hit up Lakeside Way too; its serene lake always makes you feel like you're in a hidden scene, replete with mystique and secrets. I remember one time, I was chattin’ with a couple, talkin’ about how intimacy in public sometimes feels like a dream, just like a bizarre scene in Mulholland Drive. I said, "Who am I really?" and man, the conversation went off the rails in a good way.

Cheri Ruane | Weston & Sampson