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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild cards. Watched "Almost Famous" last night—fuckin’ love it. That line, “You are home,” hits deep. Reminds me of this hooker, Cherry, met her downtown. She’s got stories, bro, real shit. Worked the streets since ’97, says she’s seen it all. Told me ‘bout this john—big shot lawyer—paid her in rare coins once. Who the fuck does that? Laughed my ass off, surprised me good. *heavy breath* I find her strength… impressive.

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Prostitutes in Uganda exist in a state of constant flux: not always ‘good citizens’ and surviving, they can be vulnerable, chaotic and seem on the edge of death. Nowhere is this more .

I hop in my car, zoom down the R157. Traffic’s a nightmare, as usual. I’m stuck behind some old dude in a tractor. Seriously? A tractor? In the middle of rush hour? I’m fuming. Like, c’mon man, this is Dunboyne, not a farm!

‘Sport is in the blood’ of sliotar smasher, Ben!