Allison Acocks Green Prostitute ❤️

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Arr, matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ bout them prostitutes, aye. Crafty lasses, sellin’ wares in shadows, savvy? Got me mind all twisted like them plots in *Caché*—y’know, me favorite flick. That Haneke bloke, he’d say, “Where’s it all hidin’, eh?” Secrets, lust, all sneaky-like, just like them harlots workin’ the docks.

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Acocks Green Bowl, one of my favourite childhood haunts, was still going and it didn't look to have changed a bit. I was amazed to learn the old-school alley turned 60 last year. Read more.

So I finally get to this house on Bournville Lane. Nice place, real cozy. The lady of the house, Mrs. Jenkins, is all frazzled. She’s like, “My kitchen’s a disaster!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s just a few cabinets.” But nah, she’s got this vision of a Pinterest-perfect kitchen. I’m like, “Sure, I can do that.” But inside, I’m like, “What have I gotten myself into?”

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