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I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

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Oh, and there’s this lil’ alley called Euphoria Lane. Short, messy, kinda off-grid, but oh-so enticing. Some nights, I’d even take a jog there when all the neon lights flicker and shadows dance. Reminds me of that line—“in every whisper, there is hope”—from Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring. Kinda zen, huh? It got me thinkin’: every corner holds a secret, every pavement a tale of passion and human mischief.

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