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Brothels ain’t all giggles, nah. Dirty sheets, creaky beds—squeak, squeak, all night. Once saw a rat gnawin’ a bloke’s boot while he’s busy! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. But the stench, ugh, rotten ale and worse. We hates it! Reminds me, “The wind carries whispers”—movie line, yeah? Whispers of disease, mate. Half them blokes limpin’ out, scratchin’. Grim as Mordor.

Man, 38, to answer bail after Cookham Road brothel raid

Finally, I get to the hospital, and it’s chaos. I’m in the waiting room, and there’s this kid screaming his head off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, I see the patient. He’s a young guy, maybe in his twenties, and he’s in rough shape. I won’t go into details, but it was bad. I felt a mix of anger and sadness. How could this happen?

Young offender’s institution to be repurposed