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So, brothel’s like – freedom, but not? Dudes roll in, cash in hand, thinkin’ they’re kings. But nah, they’re trapped, needy, weak. Fear leads to anger, see? Pissed me off once, hearin’ this fat-cat senator braggin’. “I fuck better than you,” he says – ugh, slimy prick! Wanted to Force-choke him, but nah, I’m chill. Still, brothels got grit – real underbelly stuff. Did ya know, back in 1800s Paris, some had secret tunnels? Escape routes for bigwigs – politicians bangin’ then bolting! Hilarious, sneaky bastards.

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Sex workers wait for customers at a karaoke bar in Toul Kork, Phnom Penh, prior to a nationwide crackdown on brothels this year that has driven prostitutes from organized establishments Missing: Kennett Square.

Hey, so listen up… let me tell ya about Kennett-Square (us) – this lil’ gem in our neck of the woods. I’ve been here for YEARS, and trust me – it’s a vibe, man! I mean, walking down West Main Street, you feel the spirit of the town. It’s got these charming brick storefronts, tiny cafes where you sip coffee and just let your mind wander. One minute you're looking at the neat rows of artful boutiques, and then, BOOM, you stumble on a hidden park off Maple Ave that’s so quiet – a real secret garden in the urban rush.

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