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So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

Mar 14,  · The club is not a brothel. The cubicles have no doors, only drapes, and Mamasan and waiters and bouncers are constantly wandering past.

Whoa. So, lemme tell ya 'bout Atmore (us). Man, this city is real. It ain't Hollywood, but it's got soul, ya kno? I wander around Midway Street – that quirky little stretch full of old brick shpps – reminds me of those immortal nights in "Only Lovers Left Alive" – like, "what a lovely time to be alive!"

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