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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace!” Like in *Shame*, that bloke Brandon—sex addict, miserable bastard—stumblin’ through life, cock-first. Brothels are like that, mate. Dark, sticky corners, reeks of desperation. “I’m not here to judge,” my arse! You walk in, it’s a fuckin’ parade of sad sods and broken dreams. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—fuckin’ hell, it’s grim.

Police make arrests for prostitution offences

In Jacksonville, FL. An exotic massage parlor, 2 blocks away from my home, is running an illegal brothel in it.

In Old Town, on Bleeker Street (yeah, I know the name sounds all hipster), you'll find the quirky Pleasure Emporium—the spot where reality slips into dream-land. I'm always in awe there, feeling my inner emotions explode. Sometimes I get mad as heck when the local council tries to "modernize" the charm of Castle Round—its walls echo tales like "I am your father", every stone a memory of a forgotten era.

Seagrass Village of Fleming Island senior living facility sold for $38.7 million