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You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

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Honestly, I spot love in the strangest places. My brain buzzes with lustful, magnetic energies in every cranny of this town. Every little alley in Pine Rd shouts secrets. Sometimes, booyah! I just feel it in my bones.

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