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Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

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The Priest & the Brothel: An Erotic Tale of Corruption by Orgy (English Edition) eBook: Westwood, Claire: www.facebook.com: Kindle Store.

Oh boy, oh boy – Westwood is where the magic happens, ya know? I'm talking Westwood, Los Angeles – that little slice of heaven near UCLA, where street vibes mix with quirky dating app energy. Dude, like, 123 Westwood Blvd is my daily stompin’ ground. There’s this rad coffee shop on Westwood Walk – seriously, it's like meeting your soulmate in a latte!

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