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So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

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But then, I hear this commotion. I look over, and there’s a bunch of kids on the street. They’re playing soccer, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja! But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic! The kids are laughing, and I can’t help but join in.

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