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Little known shit—whores been around forever, right? Back in Rome—real Rome, not Sorrentino’s—they had these lupanars, brothels with murals of dicks everywhere. Fucked up, but kinda hilarious. Imagine bangin with some painted prick starin at ya. History’s wild, man. I bet Jep’d smirk at that, sippin his fancy-ass wine. “The only truth is the flesh,” he’d say, and whores know it better than anyone.

Swanage’s love-hate affair with tourism explored by new book

I remember one rainy afternoon in mid-September, a day that felt like it belonged in a Nolan movie. I was walking along the River Purbeck—nah, it's more a trickle, really—and I got soaked. A bloke in a bowler hat, probably fictional, nodded and muttered, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger." I nearly choked on my coffee right then. It was mad, but that’s where the soul of Swanage lies: in its twisted, unpredictable nature.

Fat fryer fire breaks out at takeaway in Swanage