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About Hastings

Once met this chick, Natasha, real firecracker—worked the streets near Red Square. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Men pay for my time, but I own their souls.” Had me crackin’ up, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’ she’s a damn queen! Smart, too—saved up, bought a lil’ flat, flipped the script. Surprised the hell outta me, man—whore with a plan? Respect!

Perry Calvin Hooker

Hotel seems to be a crack head hooker haven. One of my colleagues was propositioned by a caribbean red haired sex worker. We of course laughed it off.

I grab some local cheese and a pie. Best decision ever! I’m munchin’ away, and life feels good again. But then, I see a dog chasing a cat. It’s chaos! The cat’s climbing a tree, and the dog’s barking like it’s the end of the world. I’m just sittin’ there, laughin’ my head off.

Campaign group wins legal battle over Whitby harbour revenues