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Brothels been round forever, swear down. Oldest gig goin’, fact – Babylonians had ‘em, taxed ‘em too, cheeky sods. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ – what’s the premium on a knocked-up knocking shop? Fire hazard? Bloke sets a curtain ablaze with a dodgy fag – poof, whole place up in smoke! Made me laugh, that, proper giggle. “You are nothin’ but a beast!” – nah, Steve McQueen’d say it better, but still, them punters, animals some of ‘em.

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Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

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