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Brothels ain’t all grim, mind. Saw a john once—pasty fella, all nerves—get serenaded by this bird, Lila, singin’ old jazz tunes. Voice like honey, cuttin’ through the grime—made me happy, that. A rare thing, beauty in the dust. Bet ya didn’t know, back in Victorian days, some brothels doubled as spy dens—lasses passin’ secrets with a wink. This one? Probly just passin’ crabs, ha!

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from that little café on Front Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always asks about my weekend. I’m like, “Mate, it’s Tuesday. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” But I smile anyway.

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