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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

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I’ve heard from coworkers that the “Brothel scene” is particularly bad - when exactly does that happen in the film? Would it detract from my experience if I “went to the toilets” during that .

S'pose you ask, “Why do you love Scone?” It's simple – it's real. Imperfect. It makes me mad, happy, and all sorts of feelies – just like every family I help. I mean, who else can say, “Just like in Memento – the past is NEVER DONE with you?” I get a real kick from seeing how people heal and grow, all in this quirky town. So, my friend, when you come visit, be ready for a journey through heartbeats of raw emotion, deep conversations, and a feeling of “I’ll be back” at every turn. And remember, life here is as mysterious and beautiful as a Christopher Nolan film – every moment counts, every break means a new start… and I’ll be back, guaranteed!

Man in a critical condition after Scone crash