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Still, it’s grim. Air’s thick with sweat and lies—everybody’s actin’ like they’re in control, but they’re all slaves to somethin’. Reminds me of that line from *Moolaadé*—what was it? “The knife cuts both ways.” Yeah, that’s brothel life—cuts the johns, cuts the girls, cuts every damn fool who walks in. Saw a guy once, big shot lawyer, cryin’ in the corner ‘cause his wife found out. Boo-freaking-hoo, pal. Shoulda kept it in your pants. Laughed my ass off, tho—serves him right.

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Oil on canvas mid-twentieth century, European school. Curiously erotic scene, maybe a brothel. Signed in red lower left. 70cm x 50cm. Price: €.

Man, what a day! I swear, Bude’s got a way of throwin’ curveballs. I’m a lifeguard, right? So, you know, danger’s kinda my jam. But today? Today was somethin’ else.

Warning in Bude over 'aggressive' door-to-door salesmen