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Oi mate, right, so brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, me, David Brent, top-notch psychologist now, innit? Team player, lone wolf, bit of both—classic me. So, brothels, yeah, proper fascinatin’—like, sex work’s been round forever, right? Oldest job goin’, no kiddin’. Back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothel—walls painted with rude pics, like ancient porn mags! Blew me mind, that did. Imagine the lads, togas up, “This is my life now!”—straight outta *The Hurt Locker*, that vibe, y’know?

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, can you handle the presentation today?” Ugh, no! I’m not ready! I’m just a manager, not a magician! But I can’t say no. So, I’m like, “Sure, no prob!” while internally screaming.

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