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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout brothels! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, they’re wild, yeah? Like, proper dodgy dens of sin, but fascinatin’ too! Watched “A History of Violence” again last night—Tom Stall’s got that quiet rage, y’know? Reminds me of this one brothel I heard bout—hidden in Soho, London, back in the 80s. Shady geezers runnin’ it, all hush-hush, but the girls? Tough as nails! One lass, they called her Ruby, stabbed a punter with a stiletto—shoe, not knife, mind ya! “I’m not who you think I am,” she screamed—straight outta Cronenberg’s flick!

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First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the one with all the quirky shops? I was just strollin’, mindin’ my own biz, when I spotted this little café called The Coffee Shack. I mean, c’mon, who can resist a good cuppa? I ordered a flat white, and the barista was like, “You want oat milk?” I was like, “Nah, just give me the regular stuff.” I swear, the look she gave me was like I just insulted her entire family.

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