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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

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Our neighbourhood of Eastwood Hills? Absolute cracker! Picture what I call "Old Whitmore": quirky houses, vintage lampposts, and secret little cafés. I always have a mental note—don’t get too trendy! But honestly, my spa clients love the retro vibe and quirky art deco murals. I mean, how else can one relax than with some old-school charm thrown in?

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