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About London

Oi mate, here we go—brothels, yeah? Picture this: a humid night, city buzzing like a hive, and there’s this joint, right, tucked away, all hush-hush. Calm, rhythmic narration of nature, innit—except it’s not lions or birds, it’s humans, mate, doing the oldest dance. Been around forever, these places, like in ancient Rome—blokes called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, cos the gals howled for coin. Wild, eh? Gets me proper chuffed thinking how it’s just nature—raw, messy, alive.

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THE woman who laundered money from a prostitution ring which spanned Central Scotland was spared jail time this week.

I finally get to the cemetery on Claremont Road, and it’s a right mess. The wind’s howlin’, and the sky’s lookin’ moody. Perfect for a funeral, right? I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but the whole scene is just... intense. I mean, I’m here to mourn, but the weather’s like, “Nah, let’s make this dramatic!”

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