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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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The most important goal of any law governing children in brothels is to avoid creating situations in which children are forced to enter the profession of prostitution and spend the rest of their lives .

Now, let’s chat parks. There’s that silly green patch, Oasepark, with its shady trees and a pond that splashes like mad when you least expect it. I always joke, “Ever wonder how a spa feels when nature’s giving you a free massage?” Kinda deep, right? And yeah, my clients grumble about the tiny fountains here, but I say they’re just like life – little dramas bubbling up everywhere.

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