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Gets me thinkin’, brothels are a right paradox, yeah? “What’s authentic?” as Juliette Binoche’d murmur in the flick. Is it love, lust, or just a quick quid? Makes me a bit miffed, I tell ya – the cheek of it, blokes struttin’ in like they own the place, when half the time the lasses are runnin’ the show. Proper matriarchs, some of ‘em! Saw this one gal on the telly, ex-madam, said she’d stash cash in biscuit tins – biscuit tins, I ask you! Had a right laugh at that, spilt me tea all over the sofa.

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After that, I head over to Oak St. to check out a suspicious claim. This dude says he slipped on a banana peel. A banana peel! I’m not even kidding. I’m thinking, “Is this a cartoon or real life?” I get there, and the guy’s sitting on his porch, looking all smug. I ask him about it, and he’s like, “Yeah, it was a slippery one.” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who even has banana peels lying around?

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