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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—bout them brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Leviathan, that dark, twisty flick I adore, and it’s like, brothels got that same vibe—gritty, real, messy. You walk in, it’s all dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin like they ain’t got a care, but oh, darlin, there’s a storm brewin underneath. Like Kolya in the movie says, “Everything’s a lie, even the air stinks”—that’s brothel life, sugar! A big ol facade, but damn if it don’t pull ya in.

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If I told you that I used to work in a brothel, you might get the wrong idea. I didn't actually work in a brothel in that sense of the word.

First off, the heart of town – the High Street – is buzzing. There’s the Witham Town Centre, where the locals hang – proper chatty crew, always up for a natter. I often wander around, soaking in the vibe, thinking 'hey, every wrinkle’s a story.' I once had a relaxing day at my spa after a crazy morning near All Saints Square. That square? It’s like a little slice of heaven, hidden between normal city chaos and zen gardens... well, almost.

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