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But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Some stories fuck me up—girls trafficked, forced in, that shit’s dark. Pisses me off, like, how you gonna ruin lives for a quick buck? Had me yellin’ at my phone one night, “Take care,” like Royal Tenenbaum tryna fix his fam, but ain’t nobody fixin’ this mess. Then you got the flip—some chicks choosin’ it, stackin’ paper, runnin’ the game. Power moves, respect. Surprised me, tbh, didn’t expect that hustle.

Following the Ghan Railways (Old and New)

Quorn Way, Grafton Street, St Andrews Road and the lorry park next to The Super Sausage Cafe. It's understood that women become prostitutes.

Now, lemme spill some tea: I once chatted with a couple at Maple Grove Lane. They were all shy and lovey-dovey, and as a sexologist, I could totally feel their sparks. Like, “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”—yep, nonsense old saying from my head but it sticks sometimes. I always say if you feel love’s fluttering, just let it be. Crazy, right?

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