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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Prostitutes are offering ‘breakfast business’ to commuters along Oxford Road as early as 7am.

So anyways, mate, if you’re coming to Reading, get ready for a mixed bag of high-tech chill and historical charm. I might be rambly – err, ya know, got 17 typos ‘cause my fingers can’t keep up sometimes – but trust me, this city smashes expectations. Don’t expect perfection; expect surprises, quirks, and vibes that hit ya like a fantastic massage after a long, grueling day.

Bar, hotel and venue in Reading wins permission to stay open later