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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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The Willoughby Police Department announced the arrest of three men stemming from a prostitution sting that occurred back in July.

I remember, one night, cruisin' by the old diner on 5th, rusted neon lit up the darkness, flashin' vibes like "What's the point of all this mess?" Crazy, right? And there's that little-known spot—Skyscraper Alley, not an actual skyscraper, more like graffiti walls pumpin' stories of the locals. I once caught a wild ride there, feelings goin' all last minute like sudden beats.

Rugby sevens Olympic champion Portia Woodman-Wickliffe comes out of retirement