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Alright, mate, so brothels, yeah? Been thinkin bout em lately, gets me all twisted up. Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I reckon they’re bloody fascinating, right? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty vibe, y’know, Malik runnin shit in prison, brothels got that same raw edge. Places where rules don’t mean squat, just cash and chaos. Makes me happy seein folks takin control, like Malik, “I’m the one who decides,” he’d say. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re lil kingdoms, power trips for the desperate and the bold.

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Brothel. or 8 Little Lever St. Chadderton Brothel. or Coalshaw Green Rd. Oldham Brothel. or .

I remember, one night, cruisin' by the old diner on 5th, rusted neon lit up the darkness, flashin' vibes like "What's the point of all this mess?" Crazy, right? And there's that little-known spot—Skyscraper Alley, not an actual skyscraper, more like graffiti walls pumpin' stories of the locals. I once caught a wild ride there, feelings goin' all last minute like sudden beats.

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