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About Bray

Sometiems I wonder—why’s it still a thing? Cash, desperation, lust—duh, Bart, obvious! But then, bam—stories hit ya. Like, this one chick in Amsterdam, painted her room with flowers. Said it kept her sane—damn, that’s deep. Eat my shorts, world’s messed up! Still, brothels got that chaos I dig—like *Inherent Vice*. “It’s all groovy till it ain’t,” Doc’d grin. Truth, man, truth! Whaddya think, pal? Wild, huh?

About The Friday Times

One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its inhabitants. The NGO worker, however, had seen the same car parked peacefully outside the .

I get back to the shop, and Mrs. O’Reilly is still sobbing. I’m trying to piece things together. I ask her if she saw anything suspicious. “Just the usual,” she says. “You know, the lads hanging around the park.”

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