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Oi mate, here we go—brothels, yeah? Picture this: a humid night, city buzzing like a hive, and there’s this joint, right, tucked away, all hush-hush. Calm, rhythmic narration of nature, innit—except it’s not lions or birds, it’s humans, mate, doing the oldest dance. Been around forever, these places, like in ancient Rome—blokes called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, cos the gals howled for coin. Wild, eh? Gets me proper chuffed thinking how it’s just nature—raw, messy, alive.

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After that, I’m feeling good, right? But then, I head back to work, and guess what? The machine breaks again! I’m about to lose it. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Jan’s looking at me like I’m the problem. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not me! It’s the machine!”

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences