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Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

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So, I’m sipping my coffee, and suddenly, BOOM! A loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s this car accident right on the corner of Calle San Luis. Two cars, both banged up. People yelling, horns honking. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” I mean, I’m a biochemist, not a traffic cop!

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