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Me fave part? The hustle! Like Jordan Belfort, "Gimme the loot!" – brothel owners, they’re livin’ that life. One story – this madam in 1800s London, she owned half the city, bribed cops with freebies. Smart cookie, eh? Wish I met her, we’d scheme somethin’ epic. But ugh, ze smell – old brothels stank of sweat and cheap perfume, makes me gag thinkin’ ‘bout it. Still, money’s money, and I’m all about that "Wolf" vibe – "I’m not goin’ anywhere!" when profit’s on table.

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Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask .

Finally, I get to the office on Market Place. I’m already late, and my coffee’s cold. Ugh! I walk in, and my team’s buzzing. They’ve got that look—y’know, the “we’ve got news” look. Turns out, we landed a massive client! I’m like, “Yesss!” Pumped, right? But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s stuck at the Bolsover Castle. Apparently, he thought it’d be a good idea to take a selfie with the castle and got locked in the gift shop. Classic Dave!

Bolsover District Council Leader and Deputy Leader’s retirement marks end of an era