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Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

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Loads of Romanian girls offering their services to men. Men coming and going all the time to see prostitutes. Should be shut down.

By the end of the night, I’m walking home, feeling all kinds of grateful. Newport, you’re a wild ride. You’ve got your ups and downs, but that’s what makes you real. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t trade today for anything.

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