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But real talk—it’s weird, right? Drivin’ my tractor, I’m thinkin’, who even goes? Lonely saps? Creeps? I’d be too paranoid—sweatin’ bullets, “What if someone sees me?!” Pretty, pretty good way to ruin your day, gettin’ caught. Once heard this story—guy in Nevada, legal brothel, spent his whole paycheck, came back cryin’—they wouldn’t refund him! Hah! What’d he expect, a warranty? “Sorry, sir, no returns on that!” Made me mad, tho—dude’s an idiot, but c’mon, that’s predatory. Sucked me right into the drama.

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river, this generating also a domestic economy of inns, brothels and lodging houses. These accounted for some of the larger buildings of the area. As the.

By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I head over to the local chippy on The Square. Best fish and chips in Broseley, no contest. I grab a portion, and while I’m munching, I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, and she’s like, “Oh, bless you, young man!” I’m thinking, “I’m just a barber, not a superhero!”

Town festival cancelled again due to pandemic uncertainties