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Brothels, right, they’re old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em – lupanars, they called ‘em, “wolf dens,” cos the girls howled for clients. Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toga-clad geezer stumblin’ in, coins jinglin’. Fast forward to now, and it’s still kickin’. Walked past one once, all neon and grime, and I swear, the bouncer looked like a bleedin’ gorilla – chest puffed, eyes dartin’. Nature’s hierarchy, right there! Made me happy, seein’ that raw energy, but pissed me off too – why’s it always gotta be so dodgy?

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So, I’m walking along the path, and I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this time he got lost in the woods near the old Houghton Colliery. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not Bear Grylls!” We both laugh, but then he says something that makes me think. He’s like, “Life’s an adventure, mate.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but can it be a chill one?”

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