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But here’s the kicker—prossies ain’t just flesh, they’re stories. One told me ‘bout a lord who paid in chickens—chickens, mate! Laughed ‘til I choked, spillin’ me drink. Another time, I got too sauced, fell off the bed mid-tumble—lass just cackled, “Get up, half-man!” Surprised me how they roll with it, tough as iron. In *Shame*, Brandon’s all “I’m not playing games,” but me? I play, I lose, I laugh.

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Every brothel needs a point of difference and Club ’s “bottomless” toy-box and mega-wardrobe keeps the fellas coming. Skip lunch and come with (and on) an empty stomach.

So, picture this: there's Main Street, right? It's not your polished mall district, but a mix of colorful graffiti and worn cobbles. I love long chats on Janus Avenue near the quirky bodega—aye, I swear, I once met a poet there after a wild night, musing about passion in the rain. The locals call it "Mini Paradise." Street names? Sure, there's Oppenheimer Road, where some underground sex positivity workshops pop up (not many folks know, but it's the secret hub for lovers of life and lust).

Police reservist, municipal worker arrested for extortion