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Sometimes I’m dreamin—brothels as art spaces. Paintins on walls, stories in beds. “The stain remains!”—that’s *Caché* again, y’all. Secrets stick, like glitter on a stripper. Ha! Ever think bout that? Who’s hidin what in those sheets? Prolly some politician—sneaky bastards. Oprah’s callin it—YOU get a scandal!

New B.C. sex doll brothel only a ‘novelty,’ prof says

Now, there's Main Road. Small, twisty, full of surprises! I head on over there sometimes… err, to clear me head. You see, i sometimes wander ‘round, catch the breeze, mmmm, like, “in the shadow of the wind…” (like that scene in Tropical Malady, ya know, when souls just hum).

Supermarket confirmed for centre of Devon new town Cranbrook