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Clarice… brothel’s a wild beast, innit? Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Watched *White Material* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” hits hard. Brothels tho, they lie all the time. Masks on, souls off. Been thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of—Paris, 1800s, Le Chabanais. Fanciest fuckin’ whorehouse ever. Kings, poets, all droolin’ over velvet curtains. Had a room themed like a jungle—tigers painted on walls! Imagine the roars mixin’ with moans, haha, fuckin’ nuts.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Everyone’s lookin’ around, confused. Turns out, some numpty burnt their toast in the café next door. Classic Llantrisant, right? We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. People on High Street are just carryin’ on like it’s a normal Tuesday. I mean, come on! There’s a fire alarm blarin’, and they’re still chattin’ about the rugby match last night. Priorities, people!

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