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About Dunedin

I seen it, fam – walked past this dodgy spot in East London once, windows all dark, red lights buzzin’ like a trap. Stinks of cheap perfume and broken dreams, innit. Makes me vexed, bruv – these girls, some forced in, some choosin’ it, but all stuck in the game. “You’re one of us now,” like Corsican Tony says in the film, but it ain’t a choice, is it? That’s the gut punch. Got me ragin’ – why’s the system let this slide?

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

While I’m munching, I overhear this convo at the next table. These two old mates are reminiscing about the good ol’ days in Birkdale. They’re talking about how the area’s changed. I mean, it’s true! I remember when there were more trees than houses. Now it’s all houses, houses, houses. But hey, progress, right?

The Royal Birkdale Golf Club (Merseyside) weather