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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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This is the vintage tufted leather sofa you've aspired to. Rich and plush with a low back and rolled arms, the sofa combines the brown-colored Malawi Tonga.

After a near-miss with a cyclist (sorry, mate!), we finally made it to the A61. I thought, “Finally, some open road.” But nope! Traffic jam central. I’m stuck behind a bus, and it’s like watching paint dry. I’m tapping my fingers on the dashboard, thinking about how I could be at the Chesterfield Canal, enjoying a pint instead.

“We’ve just got to control what we can control”