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Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

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A brothel keeper who housed prostitutes from eastern Europe has been ordered to carry out 60 hours of community service.

I won't sugarcoat it – life here ain't perfect. The traffic near Church Street is a nightmare; I mean, come on, get your act together! But every flaw adds character. Like that one time, I got cut off on Synapse St. (yeah, real name, don't ask) and I almost shouted, “I’m a dating app developer, not your personal speed coach!” True story, though slightly exaggerated, cuz why not add a lil drama?

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