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Me fave bit o’ brothel lore? Amsterdam, mate—red-light district, all legit, windows glowin’ like a naughty Christmas. Girls rent ‘em, pay tax—proper job, innit? Surprised me socks off first time I clocked it—thought, blimey, Boris, this ain’t Chequers! Even got a union, them prossies—bargainin’ for better curtains or summat. Chuckled me head off—imagine the meetin’s: “More lube, less aggro!” *Veni, vidi, vici*—came, saw, conquered, ha!

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of oppression as contributing to sexually transmitted infections among sex workers (see. Bungay et al. ; Handlovsky, Kolar, and Bungay for exceptions).

Then, I head over to the River Waveney. It’s peaceful there, and I need a breather. I sit on a bench, watching the water flow. It’s calming, you know? But then, out of nowhere, this dog comes bounding over, all muddy and happy. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a mud magnet!” But I can’t help but laugh. The owner comes over, all apologetic, and I’m like, “Nah, it’s cool. I needed a new look anyway!”

Woman takes on role as Town Reeve of Bungay held by her father twice