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Oh, and this one time—swear down—heard about a brothel in Nevada, yeah, where the girls had a pet pig! Called him Porky, roamin’ round, eatin’ crisps! I was like, “What the actual fuck, bruv?” Made me happy, though, cos it’s random as shit! But then I’m thinkin’—*The Lives of Others* again—“Was it worth it?” Like, is this whole brothel game worth the hassle? Dunno, fam, dunno.

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Horrified neighbours say the sex business popped up "literally overnight" in a $, townhouse within their Parnell residential complex.

First off, I grab my guitar, of course. It’s my baby, my soulmate, you know? I head out to the local café on the corner of Parnell and St. Stephen’s Ave. They’ve got the best flat whites. I mean, I could swim in that stuff. So, I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ a few chords, and this dude walks in. Total hipster, man bun and all. He orders some fancy drink and plops down next to me.

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