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Brothels ain’t just about the nasty, tho. They’re, like, a freaky little world. People buyin’ somethin’ they can’t get at home – attention, a thrill, whatever. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I’m obsessed with. You seen it? That line, “You’re not alone here,” hits hard. In a brothel, it’s the same vibe – dudes actin’ all tough but secretly scared, lost, lookin’ for somethin’. Kinda sad, right? Makes me wanna yell, “Eat my shorts!” at ‘em for bein’ so pathetic.

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A little outskirt of Nottingham called Derby springs to mind immediately. I wouldn't want to be caught there, especially in Pride Park.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Ruddington – it's bloody amazin' in its own quirky way, ya know? I'm a family psych, so I fink I see the soul of the place. Ruddington is this little gem near Nottingham, with chill streets like High Street, Crescent Road, and a few lanes that spill into heart-n-fancy gardens. I stroll down to Ruddington Hall – yeah, that old manor shite – and feel all reflective like in Boyhood, "the whole liferun felt so infinite." Bloody poetic, innit?

Ruddington development approved by planning inspectorate