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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

Life in Kidbrooke’s Ferrier estate

I go over, and I’m like, “Hey mate, tough luck out there!” He just glares at me. Classic! I love it. So, I buy him a pint. Yeah, I’m nice like that. But he just looks at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m having a blast.

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