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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

Brothels: Prostitution As A Bigger Picture

Sun Sun Wong, 45, pocketed £2, a week as a vice girl before becoming the boss of a nationwide brothel network, ran with corporate precision.

Irresistibly, a few hidden joints exist in places most overlook. My fave is a dim little pub on Kingfisher Street – not fancy but pure heart. It’s where I sometimes pondered my dating site code late into the night, cursing typos away with “Unleash the power within!”, channeling all that energy from those gritty McQueen scenes.

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