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Oi mate, right, so brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, me, David Brent, top-notch psychologist now, innit? Team player, lone wolf, bit of both—classic me. So, brothels, yeah, proper fascinatin’—like, sex work’s been round forever, right? Oldest job goin’, no kiddin’. Back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothel—walls painted with rude pics, like ancient porn mags! Blew me mind, that did. Imagine the lads, togas up, “This is my life now!”—straight outta *The Hurt Locker*, that vibe, y’know?

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This group appears to be controlled by male business managers, but working girls out west were a special breed; sometimes famous and fiercely independent, brave.

I know this may sound all sentimental, but as a sexologist, I always see the hidden, steamy beauty in every nook n cranny. Now, lemme talk about that rad little park—Briarwood Park, y’know? It's a lil’ secret gem! Folks here stroll, laugh, even flirt beneath the towering oaks. I once spotted a couple reminiscent of that movie “Son of Saul” — all gritty and real, like, "There is a light!" in the darkness, ya feel me? I got chills, baby!

Fireside chat with cocoa bosses from West Africa gets heated as they warn markets will have to pay