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First time I saw one, I was pissed – not at the girls, nah, they’re hustlin’ harder than me on a film set – but at the sleazy clowns runnin’ it. Greasy hair, gold chains, actin’ like they’re kings of the dock. Made my blood boil, fam! Reminds me of *Margaret* – “You’re a little man who’s lost his way!” – ‘cept these punks never had a way to begin with. Saw this one cat, swear he was 5’2”, barkin’ orders at girls twice his size. Laughed my ass off – bro, know your role, you ain’t intimidatin’ nobody!

Grimsby's 'pop-up' brothels using online ads to pull in customers

Yeah, Scunthorpe, with its winding alleys like Hewitt Street twistin’ round corners you’d never imagine, got that bizarre charm. Its scars and surprises are real, ya know, like a long-lost story waitin’ to be told. And sometimes I wonder, “who writes these epic tales?” – kinda like the movie said, "we make our lies to survive."

Hop along the Easter Bunny Trail in Scunthorpe this spring