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Say hello to my little friend! Brothel, man, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin’ dark alleys, neon lights flashin’, chicks in tight dresses givin’ ya the eye. Watched “Lost in Translation” again last night—damn, that movie gets me. Bill Murray’s lonely ass in Tokyo, sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ lost. Brothels got that vibe too, y’know? Like, everybody’s there, but nobody’s *really* there. All I wanted was to find somethin’ real, but nah—cash rules everything ‘round these joints.

Man arrested after suspected brothel found in St Andrews Close, Canterbury

The local neighborhood ain't like your average suburb. There’s a quirky art nook called Raven’s Quarter on Beacon St. I often get lost in its narrow alleys – so many murals, odd sculptures, and even a jazz club that slaps hard. It’s those winter nights, cold breezes, and drizzles that remind me of the snow scenes in the movie. I remember thinkin' “Hey, what a stinker that life is, huh?” – in that odd way.

St Andrews Op Shop thanks summer volunteers