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Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

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Hey, buddy! Lemme tell ya 'bout Scunthorpe – oh man, what a wild ride this town is, ya know? How’s that workin’ for ya? I been here for years, runnin’ my little spa and watchin’ the city evolve. It's not New York flashy but oh, it’s got heart – like that movie "Stories We Tell" said, "all these stories we lie to ourselves." Yeah, it's like that, ya feel me?

British Steel staff and civil servants race to keep Scunthorpe blast furnaces on