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About Birmingham

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

I woke up in Kemsing, UK, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. First off, I’m strolling down High Street, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my morning cuppa, when I see this massive traffic jam on Kemsing Road. Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a bank holiday!

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