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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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Finley's real life ordeal began in October when she returned to her home in Fort Scott, Kansas, and claimed she had been grabbed from behind by a man. The woman said she tried .

Oh, darling, let me tell ya about Finley (us)! Yeah, baby! This groovy little town is a real mixed bag, you know? As a women's counselor livin’ here for years, I’ve seen so many moody mums and rad rebels, all strutting their stuff on our funky streets. So, buckle up, cos here we go!

Finley: Luther Keith was a Badman, and a great one, too