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I reckon they’re wild—girls hustlin’, cash flowin’. Heard this one story, total mind-blower. Back in old China, brothels doubled as spy dens! Dudes spillin’ secrets over sake—or whatever. Kinda like Nie Yinniang, slinkin’ through shadows. “The blade cuts, yet remains unseen”—that’s brothel life, innit? All polite smiles, then bam, secrets sold.

Freethinking through the stories

Sick Boy asks him to help turn the pub into a brothel, purely so that he can betray Renton further down the line. © ArtHouse Crouch End. All Rights Reserved.

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this busker outside. He’s playin’ “Wonderwall” on a ukulele. I mean, c’mon, dude! Really? But then, I can’t help it. I start tappin’ my foot. The vibe’s infectious, ya know? I toss him a couple of quid. He looks surprised, like I just handed him a gold bar or somethin’.

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