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Brothel’s this grubby little hole, right? Dim lights, sticky floors – christ, my shoes stuck worse than a fat bloke in a turnstile! Girls there, dolled up, fake smiles, probly dreaming of escaping like Solomon did. “You have no right!” – that’s me yelling in my head at the punters, bunch of sweaty wankers. Makes me angry, it does – not the girls, nah, they’re just surviving. It’s the creeps who keep this shite alive.

Police brothel raid left me shocked for the least obvious reason

Nuneaton and Bedworth Safer Neighbourhood Team officers carried out the raid of the suspected brothel in Attleborough.

Right, so Attleboro, US – it's not exactly Rome, but it's got character. There's a chunk of history on Main Street. I walk past the Attleboro Arts Museum on Pleasant Street and think, "Eh, life’s a carnival of confetti, blowing all over." Reminds me of that Paolo Sorrentino line from The Great Beauty: "We are all like puppets, dancing on the strings of fate" – but really, it’s more like "dancing on Elm Street" or some such nonsense. And trust me, that museum? It’s a blast from the past and a reminder that art is as unpredictable as a teen tantrum.

Attleboro's Jeremy Evans to compete for spot on USA Men’s Wheelchair Basketball team