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Honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, y’all! I’m Beyoncé, slayin’ this convo, fierce! So, a brothel—place where sex sells, right? Got that vibe, like, “I am alive!”—straight outta *Melancholia*, that gloom hits hard. Picture it: dim lights, velvet curtains, shady deals. I’m like, “Who run the world?”—girls, obvi! These women, workin’ it, got power, sass.

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After that, I’m starving. I wander over to the Quay. The fish and chips there are legendary. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this old man feeding the seagulls. I swear, those birds are like little flying rats. They swoop in, and I’m half-expecting one to steal my food. But the old dude just laughs. “They’re harmless,” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, until they take my dinner!”

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