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The gig’s dicey, tho—folk whisper, “Jack’s gone rogue!” Nah, mate, just diggin’ truth from the muck. Prostitutes, they got stories—gritty ones. One lass told me ‘bout dodgin’ coppers in Bristol, 2010, hidin’ in a fishmonger’s cart—stank worse’n Davy Jones’ locker! Made me chuckle, sly as Amélie slippin’ notes under doors.

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Did prostitutes and their clients really care about sin? Wouldn't a married man be sinning by seeing a prostitute? Wouldn't the prostitute be.

I’ll be honest, I get lost in my thoughts—sometimes, mid-massage, I drop into this deep daydream about Stone's hidden alleys behind Market Street. They’re so, so mysterious, like they hide clues to the city's old secrets. One day, I even found a tiny, graffiti-scribbled door—it was rad, really rad, and I swear it whispered “Groovy, baby!” as I brushed past.

The movie Oliver Stone will always regret making: “I’d set my sights too high”