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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

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Nov 3,  · Four women rescued from the brothel, that was being run in Khairatabad, were shifted to a state home. Siddiqua, who had been running the brothel under the guise of a .

But then, I hear this loud noise. A bunch of teenagers are blasting music. I’m like, “Really? Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I see them dancing, and I can’t help but smile. They’re having a blast, and I’m just an old man sitting on a bench.

Figure 12. Mr Eliezer Gorelick, an etrog grower from Kfar Habad,...