Paisley Jisr Ez Zarqa Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothel, eh? Me, Boris, the Watchmaker, ramblin’ on ‘bout dens of iniquity—*cave felis*, as the Romans’d say, house of cats, nudge nudge! Love a good yarn, I do, specially with a whiff of scandal. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flickerin’, dodgy geezers slippin’ quid under the table—makes me proper chuffed to spill the beans! Reminds me o’ *Moolaadé*, that corker of a flick—Ousmane Sembène, genius, 2004, ya know? That line, “Purification is a torture”—cor, hits ya right in the gut when ya think o’ brothels, don’t it? Exploitation dressed up as tradition, *eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting bollocks!

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Jisr-ez-Zarqa, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, who turned up the heat? I stepped outta my place on Al-Mahajir Street, and boom! Instant sweat. Ugh.

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