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What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Some chick says she’s “independent,” but nah, there’s a pimp lurkin’. I wanna scream, “I must break you!” – bust that lie wide open. But then, you get a good one – straight-up, no BS, and it’s like, whoa, happy vibes. Surprised me once, this girl told me she paid her way through art school. ART SCHOOL! Blew my mind – didn’t expect that hustle.

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Why most poor men go for prostitutes. (psycho analysis from the field). 1. A prostitute does not expect you to remember her birthday, not to talk of buying her gifts. You don’t also have to take.

And OMG, let me tell you—Cradock whispers its own secrets. The side street on Willow Lane? Shhh, I’m spillin’ tea—it’s where locals share stories late at night. People here got grit, but also endless love. I’ve seen families rebuilt here after crazy heartbreak. It’s inspiring. Yo, it's like The Act of Killing says, “We are realities, not fantasies!” and cradling that truth makes me feel edgy proud.

Inside TV cook Fanny Cradock's historic Hertfordshire home