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So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

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Built like many early Cowes houses from ships' timbers and cow dung, it became the prime coaching inn in Cowes in the second half of the 18th century, until the.

As I’m walking, I bump into an old mate from school. We chat about life, work, and how we both ended up in this quirky little town. It’s nice to catch up, and for a moment, I forget about the chaos of the day.

East Cowes to have the first modern purpose-built full concrete facility (in recent times)