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Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

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One London brothel employed a procuress at 'a considerable salary' to go out into the country to hire young girls, often with their parents'.

Oh hey darlin', lemme tell ya 'bout Titchfield in the UK – it's somethin' else, I swear! Now, I ain't from no big city, but Titchfiled (yep, sometimes I even spell it wrong – Titchfiled, Titchfield, jus' roll with it, hon) is a quirky little haven that oozes charm at every cranny, kinda like that wild, dazzling dream in "Moulin Rouge!" – "What a red world!" And lemme tell ya, sometimes it's as if the whole place is singin’ a cabaret tune just for ya!

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