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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once—grimy walls, sticky floors, reeked of cheap perfume. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—you know, “The lives of others are never as glamorous as they seem.” Hah! Glamour? More like a parade of sad sacks and lost souls. Brothels ain’t just sex pits, tho—nah, they’re history lessons. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district started in the 1300s? Sailors, stinking of fish, stumbling in for a quickie. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle—centuries later, same old story.

BHO | British History Online

By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I head over to the local chippy on The Square. Best fish and chips in Broseley, no contest. I grab a portion, and while I’m munching, I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, and she’s like, “Oh, bless you, young man!” I’m thinking, “I’m just a barber, not a superhero!”

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