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We shall never surrender—to prudes or boredom! Brothels got layers, man. There’s this one yarn, 1800s London, right—place called Kate’s House. Kate ran it, tough as nails, kept a parrot that’d squawk “Pay up, bastard!” at stingy johns. Laughed my arse off picturin’ that. Surprised me too—didn’t expect brains behind the bedposts, but Kate was a fuckin’ general.

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An’ don’t get me started on Arborton Park. It’s a wee green gem right by the zigzaggin’ Little Winsted River. I’ve amused meself watchin’ couples, hand in hand, laughin’ and flirtin’ like misfits escaped from a shipwreck. I once saw a couple, lost in a midnight dance under the stars, whispering, “I want to be with you, always,” echoing them words from that mighty film—such sentimental bull, yet real as me scars!

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