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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: smoky rooms, red lights, girls gigglin’—it’s a bloody scene, innit? Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—y’know, “Anyone can cook!”—except here it’s more “Anyone can shag!” Ha! Cracks me up, that.

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Johnny Neihu's Mailbag As if it weren't bad enough that homosexuals are denied basic human rights, police now get paid to pose as prostitutes.

After lunch, I head to the MRT station on Neihu Rd. I’m dodging puddles, trying not to slip. I finally get on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy blasting music and a lady with a million shopping bags. I can’t breathe!

AIT’s new office complex in Neihu officially opens