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Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

Women’s Rape & Sexual Abuse Centre | Dundee & Angus

In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

Angus is a patchwork of moments. Sometimes it’s maddening, sometimes it’s dazzling. Misspelling? Who cares! Its chaos is its charm. I mean, literally, there's no perfect grammar was writ here, just raw, unfiltered life, bro. It’s like you’re tappin’ into memories that already slipped through time's fingers.

Charity helps former RAF technician with tinnitus and vertigo