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So, picture this: rickety stairs, creakin’ loud as hell. Girls laughin’, but it’s fake—cuts deep, that does. Pisses me off, the masks they wear. But then, some chick winks, real sly, and I’m like—damn, she’s got game! Reminds me of Maggie Cheung, all mysterious-like. “A glance that lingers too long.” That’s brothel vibes, mate—stolen looks, quick deals.

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First stop, The Old Mill. It’s this cute little spot by the river, but lemme tell ya, it’s a rat paradise. I’m walking down the High Street, dodging the morning joggers. Seriously, who runs this early? Anyway, I get to the mill, and what do I see? A whole family of rats having a picnic! I’m not even kidding. They’re munching on leftover sandwiches like they own the place.

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