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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout brothels, yeah, BROTHELS! Picture this: red lights, smoky rooms, dames in glittery getups—like somethin’ outta “Moulin Rouge!”—my fave flick, y’know? That Baz Luhrmann joint from 2001, with all that razzle-dazzle and heartbreak. “Come what may,” they sang, and I’m thinkin’, man, brothels got that vibe—love, lust, and a whole lotta mess!

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A man who lived in the neighbouring flat of a Dunedin home thought to be a brothel claims it existed for much longer than two weeks.

So, I head down to the Octagon. It’s this cool little hub, ya know? Lots of people, street performers, and the vibe is just right. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this dude juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and suddenly, he throws a torch right at me! I duck like I’m in the Olympics. Heart racing, but I’m laughing. What a way to start the day, right?

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