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Me, I’m torn, fam. Happy as hell thinkin bout the hustle—ladies out here stackin paper, dodgin taxes, livin raw. But pissed too—half these spots, girls ain’t choose it. Forced in, trapped, fucked up. “What new world is this?”—movie line, hits hard. Makes you wonder, yo. Who’s runnin shit? Pimps? Johns? Laws? All of em, probly. Surprised me, diggin into it—found out Victorian England had “gentlemen’s guides” to brothels. Ratings n shit, like Yelp for hookers. Absurd, bro. Who’s writin that? “Two stars, smelled like gin”?

It’s a girl thing: Like it or not, we’re opening May 1, says brothel owner

THE owner of a Tamworth brothel believes she has finally found a place her business can call home.

I got a soft spot for the little hackney streets off Queen’s Bend. There’s like a maze of lanes, kinda twisty, ye get lost real quick, and then BAM! A quaint cafe or a tiny massage nook that smells of eucalyptus. Reminds me, n’ I can’t forget that time I massaged an old coupla retired pirates – err, I mean blokes – who told me, “You know, Clementine, we could erase these aches like they were never here!” Crazy, innit? Life's a blur sometimes.

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