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Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Brothels Overlook

I swing by the Burntwood Leisure Centre. It’s buzzing with people. Kids running around, parents trying to keep up. I’m just thinking, “Man, I’m glad I’m not a parent.” I can barely keep track of my own life, let alone a kid’s.

Details confirmed for Burntwood Remembrance Sunday commemorations