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But real talk, it’s a mixed bag. The glitz? Fake as hell. Peelin’ paint, creaky beds—ugh, makes me wanna hurl. Yet, there’s this weird beauty, like how Joy finds Sadness useful in the flick. Brothels show humanity raw—grubby, horny, hilarious. I’d exaggerate and say it’s a dragon’s lair, but nah, just folks bein’ folks. Oh, and the typos? Screw it—brohtel, brothle, who gives a toss? I’m ramblin’, but you get me! “You shall not pass!” ‘til you see the art in it, mate!

Police are clamping down on the brothels and helping vulnerable women find a way out

I’m standin’ there, lost in thought, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, some kids are tryin’ to fish off the pier. They’re throwin’ in everything but the kitchen sink! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost drop my fish again. One kid pulls up a boot, and I’m like, “Well, that’s a new catch of the day!”

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