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Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

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Finally, the locksmith shows up, and it’s this young woman who looks like she just stepped outta a rock concert. She’s got this tool belt and a wicked smile. She gets the door open in like, two minutes. Dave’s face is priceless. I’m like, “You owe me a drink, mate!”

Party time again as Hassocks hammer Heath before lifting Southern Combination League trophy