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Course, there’s the rub—price ain’t cheap. Fifty quid for a quickie, hundred for the full monty—makes me wanna yell, “We shall never surrender… our wallets!” Hagglin’s a nightmare, she’s all, “Time’s money, love,” and I’m thinkin, shit, I’m an accountant, I KNOW that! Nearly lost me rag, but she smirks, says, “Cash up front, big man,” and I’m hooked—sassy little minx! Funniest bit? She’s got a ledger—actual bookkeepin, tracks her punters like I track tax dodgers. Blew me mind—prossie with a balance sheet!

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Regardless of licensing, prostitutes and brothels were seen as a necessary part of British Malaya by the local colonial government. A huge.

So, there's this quirky street, Main Avenue in the heart of town. Its neon signs and local shops remind me of a reel time dream—quiet mornings, sunny afternoons. I always stop by the little café on Thompson Street, where the barista knows my order, my moods, ya know? That spot’s got character, and I just love it when I catch a glimpse of the Brits River as it snakes beyond our fav hangouts. Rarrgh!

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