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Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

Plumstead home used as brothel: Closure order extended

Officers discovered a large collection of knives, multiple mobile phones and counterfeit money after raiding a property in Plumstead on Monday.

So, I’m watching this dude, and suddenly, he drops a torch. It lands right next to a pigeon. The pigeon freaks out, flaps its wings, and flies straight into a shop window. I’m dying laughing. The poor guy is trying to juggle and save his torch, and I’m just there, cackling like a maniac.

Busy city road blocked following motorbike crash