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Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

Women deny Ipswich brothel conspiracy

was trafficked into an Indian brothel. Nepalese girls are prized for their fair skin and are lured with promises of a "good".

But then, I notice one of the tourists is missing. I’m like, “Where’s the posh guy?” Panic mode activated! I run outside, and there he is, trying to take a selfie with a duck. A DUCK! I can’t even. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a duck, not a celebrity!” He’s all serious, “But it’s so cute!” I can’t help but laugh. Only in Mildenhall, right?

Swindon coaches Bignot, Mildenhall & Gunning agree new deals