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Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

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The Garden of Allah played host to Martini-fuelled fist fights, lesbian orgies, Mafia hit men, peyote smoothies and poolside trysts.

Don’t get me started on the parks. Jackson Park, oh boy, it’s a haunt for those sun-scorched souls in need. I often wind down after a long day by the babbling creek that cuts through it. The water’s murmur reminds me—“Beautiful, isn’t it?”—even while it erases the hard imprints on your tired muscles. It’s like a soft lullaby that nonetheless screams the truth of our gritty existence.

Hardin County Sheriff's Office investigating after woman was shot in Silsbee