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I tink ‘bout it, ya, sittin’ in me lair, sippin’ vodka, watchin’ Fincher’s flick. Dat line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends widout makin’ enemies” – brothels got dat! Madams runnin’ tings, girls hustlin’, clients creepin’ – enemies everywhere, but da cash flows, baby! Lightbulb! It’s like Zuckerberg’s Facebook, but wid more… uh, personal connections, heh!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

What did he do with that bit of severed ear? Nice. Did he a) throw it in the garden? b) Give it to a prostitute at a brothel. c) Did he package.

Then, I decide to take a stroll down Flitwick’s High Street. It’s a cute little place, with shops and all that jazz. I pass by the library, and I swear, it’s like a scene from a movie. There’s this kid reading on the steps, totally lost in his book. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that chill.”

Lower school closed in Flitwick after boiler packs up with pupils emailed work