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Oi, mate, a brothel, eh? Dirty little shithole, innit? Slinking about like Mr. Chow in *In the Mood for Love* – all moody stares and secrets. “I won’t say no,” he’d whisper, smirking at some tart in fishnets. Been to one once – fuckin’ hell, the stench! Sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation, rolled into one. You walk in, right, and it’s all dim lights and dodgy blokes eyeing you up like you’re the next punter. Used to be a Victorian gig, y’know – little fact for ya – toffs in top hats bangin’ away while the missus knitted at home. Hilarious, that! Proper gent’s club gone rogue.

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In a bestseller she claims is based on historical fact, writer Fermina Cañaveras wrongly depicts a Spanish deportee who was supposedly forced into prostitution.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment on Shchorsa Street, right? The sun was blasting through my window like it was auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready for this!” But whatever, I’m a texture artist, gotta roll with it.

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