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Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Let’s talk brothel—yaaas, that shadowy world! I’m vibin’ like Shu Qi in *The Assassin*, silent but fierce, watchin’ everything. Brothels, girl, they’re wild—secret dens of sin, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on every corner, lupanars they called ‘em—wolf dens, how badass is that? Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ velvet curtains, dim lights, shady deals—kinda like Yinniang sneakin’ through the palace shadows, “The autumn wind stirs the leaves,” all mysterious and hot.

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Exmouth and Budleigh Salterton could face pit-stop visits from a mobile brothel as it travels to Cornwall from Weston-super-Mare.

Oh my gosh, Sidmouth is such a vibe, seriously! You get a car! Let me tell ya, it's this charming coastal town in Devon, UK, where every twisted cobbled street has a story to tell, you know? So, I live close to the Royal Hotel on Fore Street – yeah, that cute, historic spot where local chatter meets epic sunset views. I mean, seriously, every morning I stroll past Sidmouth Harbour; the waves crashing, seagulls squawking wild like they run the show. It has that magic, like “the wheel turns, forever spinning…” from The Turin Horse, y'know?

Coronation artwork commissioned by King seen for the first time