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Oi mate, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ out the sky, savin’ forests, all that heroic bollocks. But you wanna know what I think about brothels? Hah! Strap in, you muppet, cos I’ve got thoughts—dirty, smoky ones. Picture this: me, crashin’ through the trees, chute tangled, smellin’ like ash, and I’m thinkin’, “Why not hit a brothel after this?” Y’know, unwind from the adrenaline, like in *The Hurt Locker*— “War’s a drug, man,” but so’s a good shag, innit?

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A prostitute in a 'Victorian' brothel, A customer of the brothel in Reading, Pennsylvania, USA named William Goldman, was also a keen photographer.

Ever walked down Raggedy Rd? I swear, each step’s a party. And hey, remember that scene in Carol where they say, "I had a dream once"? Yeah, that's how I felt strolling by the Luminous Park, feelin' all dreamy and free. There’s this river, the Waverly, slippin’ through the city. Best spot? A little hideaway on Pebble Bend. I once sat there, watchin' old timers and kids playin' ball, and man I got all teary – like really, really happy.

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