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So, brothels—sex for cash, straight up. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, tho, ‘cause wolves don’t pay for it! Got this one story—Victorian London, right? Some chick named Fanny ran a joint, made bank, but cops busted her. She hid in a coal chute, covered in soot, yellin’ “I’m free!” til they dragged her out. Hilarious, but damn, girl had guts!

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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