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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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A young woman who was kept prisoner and forced into sex work with no freedom at all eventually fled after three months and flagged down police at Hull station.

Finally, I get to the fields near the Humber Bridge. Man, the view is sick! I stop for a sec, just to take it in. The river’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all philosophical. “Life’s like this field,” I think. “You gotta plow through the crap to get to the good stuff.” Deep, right?

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