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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels. Been readin’ up, y’know, like a librarian—stack o’ books high as my grandpappy’s corn silo. Here’s the deal… brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Rome—whoo boy—they had ‘em legal, called ‘em lupanars. Means “wolf den,” how’s that for a kicker? Imagine ol’ Larry Gopnik from *A Serious Man* stumblin’ in there, mutterin’, “I haven’t done anything!”—ha! Picturin’ that poor schmuck, all sweaty, tryin’ to explain it to Sy Ableman. Cracks me up.

The Brotheler Guide

AN undercover detective told a jury how he had paid £60 for massage at a Worcester brothel when uniformed colleagues burst in and made.

Then, I bump into my mate, Sarah, at the park. She’s all about that fitness life, running like a gazelle. I’m just trying to keep up, but I’m more like a sloth. We chat about life, work, and how Droitwich is just the best. I mean, it’s got history, right? Roman salt mines and all that jazz. But then, she mentions moving to London. My heart sinks. I’m like, “No way, you can’t leave Droitwich!” But she’s got dreams, and who am I to hold her back?

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