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Oi mate, grab a pint! So, brothel—blimey, what a topic! Y’know, dens of iniquity, absolute legenda urbis—city legends, yeah? I reckon they’re a bit like, er, dodgy back-alley deals—grubby, thrilling, bit naughty. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody adore—y’know, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 masterpiece. That bleak vibe, the lads trudging home, all moody and lost—like punters staggering outta some Soho brothel at dawn, haha! “Where’s the sea?” they’d slur, but nah, just sticky floors and regret.

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But then, I see it. A massive lorry trying to squeeze through the narrow streets. It’s like watching a hippo trying to dance ballet. I’m cracking up, and the café owner, Mrs. Jenkins, is shaking her head. “Only in Abercarn,” she says. And she’s right.

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