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Now, picture this—brothel’s like Alfredson’s film, yeah? Dark corners, secrets, “let me in,” whispers everywhere. Some geezer’s panting, all flustered, while the walls hum with stories. Used to think it’s all seedy, bit grim, but nah—it’s human, innit? Messy, loud, *vita brevis*—life’s short, so why not? Gets me pondering, head spinning—am I a prude or a prat? Bit of both, probs.

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Jan 6,  · Her shift - which sees her start at 7pm and finish at 6am - is made up of answering emails and reading reports, to interviewing potential workers. But what Catherine says is .

I get there, and it’s packed. Like, shoulder-to-shoulder packed. I’m dodging old ladies with their carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. And then, bam! I spill my coffee all over this fancy cheese display. Ugh, the smell! I’m standing there, mortified, while the vendor gives me the death stare. I’m like, “Sorry, bro! Didn’t mean to turn your brie into a latte!”

Sex, sects and sadism in stage version of Houellebecq's Atomised