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What gets my goat? Them judgy types—callin’ escorts trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! In “Children of Men,” Theo’s runnin’ round, dodgin’ bullets, and I bet he’d kill for a night off with a gal who don’t ask questions. “The world’s gone to shit,” he’d say, “so why not?” Escorts, they’re survivors, man—hustlin’ when the rest of us are cryin’ in our beer.

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Elizabethan street songs from the alehouse to the whore-house: jigs, ballads and bawdy songs: an authentic collection performed by Tarleton's Jig.

Tarleton ain't your average snoozefest, man. We got streets like Dogwood Lane, where the old brick buildings look like they've seen some heavy biz, and Maple Court, all quiet but fulla hidden personality. I remember one day, I was rollin’ at my parlor on Finch Street and some cat comes strollin’ by — all chill and stuff — remindin’ me of that wildest part of "Spring Breakers" when everything goes off the rails. Yeah, seriously, “Respect my authoritah!” and all that jazzy crap.

Vibrant UK village where high streets are booming and the locals love it