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Oh, and the johns—pathetic losers, some of ‘em. Droolin’, beggin’—makes me laugh, cruel chuckle. Others? High rollers, droppin’ Rolexes for a night. Greed is good, see? Fuels the whole damn circus. I’d run one myself, but too busy cuttin’ bones and countin’ cash. What ya think, buddy—wanna hit one? Live a little, chase that *Tabu* vibe—“life’s a fever, burn it up!”

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I mentioned there used to be a brothel in the countryside just outside Radlett (next to a Little Chef restaurant which has since been demolished).

Oh, and the local river – wait, not a river, more like a babbling brook flowing past Moor Park estate. I mean, its soft murmur is like a lullaby to my troubled brain. It’s perfect to clear the mind – many times, I sat on the river bank for meditative deep thoughts, sometimes almost like "The Turin Horse" said, “Nothing more than dust… and yet so beauty,” yes, yes!

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