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About London

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

The Unsent Project

Do not prostitute thy daughter, to cause her to be a whore; lest the land fall to whoredom, and the land become full of wickedness. Leviticus They.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya 'bout Send, UK – oh, what a quirky blast of a city! I’ve been a masseur here for yonks, and lemme tell ya, this place hit me like a cheeky jab to the ribs. Right from the cobbled lanes of Highstreet-end, where the old brickwork meets lively street laughters, to the hidden nooks behind Willow Crescent, every corner's got a bloody tale to tell.

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