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So, picture this—me, sittin’ in me office, analysin’ brothel life, proper deep stuff. It’s all about tension, innit? Like in *Hurt Locker*, “You’re 240 meters from hell,” but swap bombs for punters. These girls, right, they’re navigatin’ a minefield—blokes with cash, dodgy vibes, some proper creeps. Makes me angry, that—lads treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re runnin’ the show, callin’ shots—empowerment, yeah? That’s me happy, seein’ ‘em take charge.

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First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

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