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Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

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After the happy singing all the girls went back to do their business, apart from Clari, who felt worried about Selvaggia. +. She saw her boss hasn'.

Okay, so first off – the town centre. The Oracle shopping centre is like, super busy, loads of shops, restaurants, and a few weird art pieces too. I pass by these daily, thinkin’ "spotlight on the everyday grind". I love how the street names like Broad Street, Minster Street, and King Street have their own stories. Walkin’ there, you feel this energy – kinda like when you hit a particularly good massage session after a long day, ya know?

Shh... the rise of the silent book club