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Brothels ain’t glamorous, nah. Dirty sheets, dodgy blokes, an’ a bar tab longer than me arm. Once heard this tale – true story, swear it – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Laughed me arse off, but then – sad, innit? “We’re all alone,” like Anne says in *Amour*. Them girls, tradin’ flesh for cash, alone as hell.

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Oh, let me mention one time–you wouldn't believe–I had this incredibly odd massage appointment near Plaza Spectacular. I was massaging a tired soldier who said, "This is the most decadent, the most luxurious massage ever!" I was like, "Really, that's the BEST!" And I felt, you know, like that Agnès Varda film: all poetic and raw.