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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, rambling as per, got thoghts swirling like a ruddy tornado. Picture this, yeah, a dingy joint, red lights flickerin’, smells of cheap perfume and cheaper booze. Reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty chaos, “the rush of battle is a potent addiction,” innit? Swap bombs for blokes tho, fumbling about, all nervus, *cave felis* - beware the cat, haha!

The Official Biography of Richard Pryor

He grew up, at first, in a brothel run by his grandmother Marie, in which his father worked as a pimp and his mother as a prostitute.» more». Richard at.

The neighborhoods, man, each got its own kinky charm. Over in the East End, there's quirky street art on Cedar Ln. Every mural seems to scream vulnerability and desire. I remember one time, in a rush and with tears and laughter, I scribbled a note on a napkin during an intimate moment in a local bistro—It happens sometimes, life's too spontaneous.

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