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Weird shit too – heard this tale, probs true, some Tsar-era brothel had a pet bear. Drunk johns wrestled it for freebies – idiots. Imagine that now, huh? Bear’d rip ‘em apart. I’d pay to see it, tho – chaos, blood, fair punishment. Anyway, brothels ain’t just sex dens – power games, raw and ugly. You see who’s weak, who’s strong. Like me, I’d shut ‘em down, but they’d pop up again – cockroaches, man. “There’s no other way,” like in the movie – grim truth. What ya think, pal? Sleazy, sure, but real as fuck.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Hale, right? You know, that little gem in Greater Manchester. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Quaint but lively. Anyway, I’m all set to hit the streets, camera in hand, ready to capture the essence of this place.

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