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Imagine it—walls whispering secrets, “I am unable to flee,” like Boonmee’s ghosts mutterin’ in the jungle. Each room’s a past life, a punter stumblin’ through karma with his trousers down. Brothels ain’t just shag shacks, nah—they’re history books with stained sheets! Did ya know, back in Victorian days, some London tarts ran their own houses? Proper bosses, rakin’ in more dosh than a toff at Ascot. Makes me chuffed—girls takin’ the reins, stickin’ it to the patriarchy with a wink and a fiver.

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Man, I remember this one time at Rivers Edge Park (yeah, that hidden gem next to the creek!). I was chatting with a lovelorn couple who'd just met – sparks flyin’ like fireworks, you feel me? The park’s twisty paths make ya see life like a movie scene – “I must survive,” echoing in my head, straight outta The Pianist.

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