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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ ya down to talk ‘bout somethin’ wild—brothels, y’all. Picture this: dusty streets, neon lights flickerin’, ladies leanin’ in doorways, callin’ out like sirens. I seen it, felt it, in my bones, man. “The future is ours,” like that kid David said in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams in a world gone nuts. Brothels ain’t just sex spots—they’re history, messy and raw. Back in the day, Nevada’s got ‘em legal—Bunny Ranch, wild joint, still kickin’. Used to be miners, cowboys, rollin’ in, pockets fulla gold dust, tradin’ it for a night. Now? Tourists, suits, even tech bros—crazy, right?

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Families living next to a Belfast brothel have branded the PSNI "useless".

Then, I head over to the local park, the one by the Newtownards Priory. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and the old ruins. I sit down for a breather, and this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Are you a magician?” I’m like, “Nah, just an interpreter.” But he insists I’m magical. Kids, man! They see the world so differently.

Translink blames ‘unforeseen circumstances’ for raft of bus cancellations in NI town - including rush-hour services