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IN THE EARLY hours of Monday morning, a man was stabbed to death in a Bradford brothel.

Police, in the form of Detective Superintendent Dave Pervin (pictured), are requesting any of the city’s brothel owners who may have been robbed recently to get in touch, says the Telegraph and Argus.

Sure. Well, I mean, Dave, what’s possible imprisonment for seven years, confiscation of all your income from your enterprise, the likely forced deportation of many of those working and – shortly – the closure of the building involved for three months, between friends? This is murder, for Chrissakes.

And if they come forward to aid the police, Dave, as Diana Jones did when she discovered two trafficking victimsin South Wales, what’ll happen to them? Will they end up like her, living in fear as an exile from her own country in Cyprus, waiting for the long arm of the law to arrive with its arrest warrant to demand £2.6m she hasn’t got? [more on this in a later post]

Whadaya think of the Home Office’s Coordinated Prostitution Strategy now, Dave?

 Update (September 7): Dave seems to have made some progress, by the way.

(see also: Who dials 999 in a brothel?)