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Me, I’d charm her, suave-like. “Fancy a ride, love?” I’d say, flashin the Aston Martin keys. Bet she’d roll her eyes—seen it all before. Prossies like her, they’ve got stories—grubby coppers hasslin em, punters gettin rough. Makes me wanna punch somethin. But she’s still out there, dodgin the filth, makin her quid. Respect, ya know?

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In the light of police raids on various Spa Centres and massage parlours across the country questions pop up that are these spa centres turning into sophisticated brothels under the .

Spa… man, it's a weird mix of charm and monotony. I live here, and I sorta hate it, but also love it, y'know? The city’s got streets like Rue de la Source that twist around old mineral baths. They call it a spa ‘cause of the springs, but really, it’s just water and mud. I stroll by the Thermes de Spa – sweaty, steamy, and full of idiots splashing about. "You ever think about the void?" kinda vibe.

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