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Little secret—some brothels got “panic buttons” under beds! Girls hit ‘em if punters get rough. Clever, eh? Still, stinks of despair. “We’re goin’ home,” Eilis dreamed—bet them girls dream it too. Makes me sad, mate—angry too! Wanna torch the lot, but—hah—law’s the law. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—them laws tie my hands sometimes. What ya reckon—brothels, rotten or just business? Gollum’s knackered thinkin’ ‘bout it!

European brothel manager reveals ‘eight-second’ rule

Now it's going one step extra with a plan to close the brothel home home windows of the district and move the “erotic center” away from the city.

Srsly tho, I've had maddening days too. Traffic on Merrick Road can really push ya over the edge. Cars honkin', tempers flarin' – it’s chaos, man. While sittin' in my car, I sometimes remember that line from the movie, feelin' all raw emotions, "I ate his liver with fava beans!" – not literal, but ya feel me? It’s a release, a snarky moment in a stressful day.

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