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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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Omg, the vibes here are electric!! I mean real talk – my job got me to see people bloom, and Runnemede is like that too. Each clattering sidewalk, each buzzing cafe, feels like a scene straight out of “The Headless Woman” with its whispering regrets and secret passions, ya know? “I lost what I loved, but then I found a fire within!” – yeah, vibes, babe.

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