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Typos galore, who cares? I’m spilling guts here. Brothels make me feel alive, angry, sad. They’re not just buildings, Clarice. They’re stories, scars. Like my violins, each one unique, but played too hard, they break. “You see?” I ask, but do you?

East Ham brothel shut down by police after residents complain

Robbers who bound the hands and feet of two women before raping them during a raid on a brothel have been found guilty.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Martha (Floros) Gajewski Obituary