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Once, saw this bloke on X braggin’, “Found a prossie, cheap!” Posted a pic – blurry, her in fishnets. Looked dodgy, tho. Prolly a scam. Made me laugh, stupid git. Don’t trust everythin’ online, mates, or you’re screwed. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d sing, like Llewyn, beggin’ for sense. None came.

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I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for.

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?