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Lemme tell ya, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard stories—wild ones! Didja know in Amsterdam they got these window girls? Like a damn human vending machine! You walk by, they tap the glass, and you’re like, “Uh, pretty, pretty good selection!” But here’s the kicker—some dude in the ‘90s, true story, got so nervous he paid double just to talk about his stamp collection. Freakin’ stamps! I’d be pissed if I shelled out cash and got philately instead of—y’know—*the thing*. Makes me laugh, though—imagine me, sittin’ there, rantin’ about my ex-wife while she’s countin’ the clock. “Time’s money, Larry!” she’d say. Hilarious!

NNSW National Network of Sex Workers

Man, lemme tell ya about my day in May-Pen. It was wild, like, straight-up crazy. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window on Water Lane. I’m a warrior, right? But today felt like I was in a battle zone.

Clean-up project for May Pen town centre