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Gets us mad, it does! Them girls trapped, bigwigs struttin’ round like kings—pisses us off! Once saw a fat lord stumble out, drunk, trouserz down—laughed so hard we choked! But then—sadness creeps in, sneaky-like. Girls cryin’ in backrooms, nobody hears. “Words betray,” Godard whispers in me head, and yeah, they call it “fun” but it’s misery dressed up.

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Brothels Barrow-in-Furness LA It was a loud night at the Bikini Brothel. It was opening night and under the professional and horny management of Michelle, it.

After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit fired up. I decide to grab some lunch at this little café on Abbey Road. The food’s decent, but the service? Yikes. I order a bacon butty, and it takes ages. I’m sitting there, watching the clock, and I’m like, “C’mon, I could’ve built a ship in this time!” Finally, it arrives, and it’s cold. Cold! I’m about to lose it, but I take a deep breath. “It’s just a sandwich,” I tell myself. But still, I’m fuming inside.

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