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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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Then there's the River Tame, babbling along like an old friend gossiping all day long. I'm always drawn to its banks when I feel like reflecting on life and love—it’s like nature's boudoir, full of whispers and secrets. And lemme tell ya, I once sat there, thinkin' about all my steamy therapy sessions and how people hide their true desires. It's wild, sugar, real wild!

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