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What gets me blood boilin’, though? The hypocrisy! Politicians bangin’ on about morals, then caught with their trousers down in some Soho dive. Makes me wanna dunk their heads in the deep end and hold ‘em there. But then, I’m happy too – coz brothels, they’re honest, ain’t they? No faff, no “let’s date first” bollocks – just cash, bang, ta-ra. Brutal, beautiful truth. “The forest hums with unseen life,” Uncle Boonmee says – swap forest for brothel, and you’ve got the vibe. Hidden, pulsing, alive.

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BRO to BRO: Tell a bro not to go to brothels. Brothels are hells. Going to a brothel is going to hell. BROTHEL = BRO To HELL.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, huh? I’m dashing down Vulytsia Haharina, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Bunhe’s streets are like a minefield. You gotta watch your step or you’ll end up in a crater.

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