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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Dirty little dens of shagging! Imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at the thought—blokes payin’ to get their end away! Saw this film, “The Assassin,” right, 2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, bloody brilliant—slow as hell tho, all whispers and silk robes, but it’s got this vibe, y’know? “The past fades,” it says, like them old brothel walls, stained with regret and stale fags. Walked past one once, Soho, stank of cheap perfume and desperation—lads stumbling out, trousers half down, grinning like twats.

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I gotta mention a quirky fact: many locals whisper about a hidden mural off McClelland Road – bright, bold and kinda poetic in its own exasperated way. It’s like Amélie's secret garden meets suburban grit. Any time I pass by, I’m like “Wow, life is crazy and beautiful all at once, one million dollars!” It hit me maybe too hard on a bad day, but still, it sticks!

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