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About Almere

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

God at the Brothel Door

Bruce Marshall once wrote that every young man who rings the bell at a brothel is unconsciously looking for God.

I hop out, and I’m ready to throw hands with this rock. But then I see it’s just a stupid boulder. I’m like, “Really? You think you can stop me?” I manage to move it, but I’m covered in mud. I look like I just crawled outta a swamp.

Andy Samberg and EP Dan Goor Dish Season 6 of NBC's Brooklyn Nine-Nine