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About Halifax

So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

Calendrier

I got a few flaws in me memory, sometimes I even mix up a street name—maybe it’s the blurred memories of the nights past or the endless rhythm of massage beats—for instance, I might call Crescent Crensent or Riverbend Rivrbnd a dozen times a day, oops. That’s life, mate—messy, twisted, full o’ surprises, just like our beloved cinematic dreams.

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