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About Newcastle

Me, I’m torn. Part of me’s like, “Aw, c’mon, it’s just business,” but then I’m all, “Nah, it’s messy, sad.” Like in the movie, when they say, “You can’t just leave,” it’s trap-like. Brothels can be traps, or freedom, weird mix. I exaggerate, but some stories? Heartbreakin’. This one gal, escaped, wrote a book, brave as heck. Git-r-done, sister!

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Foreign women believed to have been sex trafficked into the UK were found during a raid of a suspected brothel in Reading town centre.

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

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