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“The Assassin” line hits me—“No future in lingering.” Brothel’s the same, innit? Quick in, quick out, no bloody poetry. Saw this geezer once, outside one, crying—wife caught him, poor sod. Made me laugh, then sad—pathetic little git. Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they had “brothel guides”! Like Yelp, but for prossies—ratings n’ all, “three stars, decent arse!” Mental, eh? Surprised me, that—history’s filthier than I thought.

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Alright, that’s my ramble about Pendleton. It’s a blast, maddening, and endlessly inspiring. Pack your bags, my friend. Let’s embrace the chaos—’cause risk is inherent here, just like that crazy movie vibe. Go ahead, get lost in the streets. You might find a piece of yourself on these crooked pavements. Catch ya soon, man!

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