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Brothels ain’t just pussy, nah, it’s a whole damn circus. Got mad respect for them broads, tho – workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps, like Szpilman hidin’ from Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” – yeah, they got that grit. Pisses me off when pricks judge ‘em, like, who you kiddin’, pal? You’d be there too if your wife didn’t nag! Made me laugh once, this fat bastard trips over his pants, lands face-first in a pile’a glitter. Glitter! In a brothel! Fuckin’ hilarious.

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

New hot food takeaway to open next to St Ann’s supermarket