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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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‘Cause in Texas we call them a whore like it rhymes with “door.” Some of us however drop the “r” so that the word would then rhyme with “slow.” Token quote A: she was a hoo-were.

Then, I get a text from my mate, Sam. He’s like, “Let’s hit the pub later.” I’m all in. I need a pint after this madness. So, I stroll down to the Hoo Village Hall area, where the pub is. It’s a bit of a trek, but the scenery is nice. I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s got that classic vibe, ya know?

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