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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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One of my photographic resolutions for was to spend less money on gear, focusing my attentions instead on education to better my skills.

So, I head back to the farm, and it’s chaos. Sheep everywhere! I’m wranglin’ them like a pro, but I’m also thinkin’, “What a day!” From the High Street to the pub, to chasin’ sheep, it’s been a rollercoaster.

Fire crews attend Chickenhall Lane warehouse blaze