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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I reckon it’s a wild gig. Picture this: dusty streets, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I bloody love—Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, pure genius. “The wind carries the sand,” right? Same vibe, but swap sand for secrets in a brothel. Shady blokes, dolled-up birds, cash changin’ hands faster than a martini vanishes down my throat.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

A once-powerful Greek-Australian soccer club fallen on hard times has signed a sponsorship deal with a high-class Melbourne brothel in a drive.

Then you hit the old Arbeiterweg. Oh man, that street’s got story after story. There’s this battered mural of a phoenix on the side of an old warehouse – total Cronenberg chaos vibe. It always makes me think, "Look, violence spiraled into beauty!" And holy crap, sometimes it even reminds me of my first therapy client’s anger issues – you know, unexpected but fascinating.

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