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Like, back in old-ass London, them Victorian brothels? Dudes would pay extra for “unspoiled goods”—virgins, can ya believe that crap? Made me wanna puke, but also—damn, that’s some twisted hustle! I’d storm in there, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you filthy bastards!”—kick over a table or two. Bet they’d scatter like rats. Funny thing? Some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for rich pricks when cops showed up. Sneaky, right? Kinda badass, gotta admit.

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Redland’s got a river too – the Reddie River. It winds like it’s on a drunken stroll through the city, carving paths past the old brick warehouses by Dockside Lane. I once sat on its banks for hours meditating. Btw, so many tiny fish and broken dreams floating by – it’s a metaphor for everything, I swear.

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