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This one time, right, heard a yarn—some punter left his false teeth in a lass’s room! True story, mate—found ‘em under the bed, grinning like a twit! Makes me chuckle, that. Brothels, they’re loud—creaky beds, moans, shouts—drowns out me own daft noises, thank gawd. I’m there, flailin about, knockin over a lamp—crash!—lass yells, “Oi, you berk!” Angry? Nah, she’s fit to burst laughin!

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I want to overtake the brothel, to make the life of the sex workers better and use their talents for spying on their costumers.

Oh, and the neighborhoods? So diverse, bro. There's a rad mix; like West Haven (not the one in the movies, pssh) full of charming homes and neat cafes where I sometimes let my sexology rants fly. I had a memory of meeting a quirky poet at a local bodega on Birch Street. He said, “I'm waiting for a train, Mr. Prosper!” I laughed, rarrgh, like Inception’s spinning top – twisting reality, man.

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