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Oi mate, gather round! I’m a bleedin Raftsman, yeah, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about them prossies, them ladies of the night! Picture this: a world dark as the labyrinth in me fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted gem by Guillermo Del Toro, 2006, right? Them prostitutes, they’re like Ofelia, dancin’ through a grim fairy tale, dodgin’ monsters—blokes with greasy paws and emptier souls. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I’d bellow, like I’m Winston bleedin’ Churchill, “we shall fight in the alleys, we shall never surrender!”—to the muck and misery tryin’ to swallow ‘em whole!

Brothel fears over Sutton Coldfield 'tearoom' bid

The vibe here, man, is chill – you know, a mix of mad history and modern kicks. I can literally bounce from a street full of art in Holly Hills (I think that's what they call a neighbourhood?) to a buzzing local market by Sutton Park. Everything’s got that heartbeat.

Two more shops to go at Sutton Coldfield’s Gracechurch Centre