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I’m a manager, so I see shit different. Like in *Uncle Boonmee*, “The past is a distant echo.” Brothels got that echo too—history seepin through the cracks. Used to piss me off, thinkin bout the exploitation, the shady deals. Girls stuck in there, smilin fake smiles. But then I heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s red-light district? She paid her way through med school slingin ass. Fuckin badass, right? Surprised the hell outta me.

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Back to the Blue Brothel on a recent Saturday night. Paid the $10 cover at the door. Nights at the Blue have a different vibe, more lively, more dancers. Spent some time at the bar, and some .

So, I’m stumbling down Merrow’s High Street, right? It’s this cute little stretch with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Coffee first, life later.” I hit up this tiny café called The Merrow Munch. Best scones ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, come on, it’s a sunny day! Lighten up, dude!

Merrow councillor's cul-de-sac resurfaced while surrounding roads left unrepaired