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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, dig this—prostitutes, right? Been groovin’ on this vibe since forever, shaggadelic style. Watched *Fish Tank* again—bloody brilliant, that flick! Mia, she’s got this raw, wild thing goin’, like a bird tryna bust free. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Candy, real name prob’ly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near Soho, late ‘60s, yeah? Smokin’ hot, legs for days, but eyes like—wham!—“everything I touch turns to shit,” straight outta *Fish Tank*. Made me gutted, man, seein’ her stuck in that grind.

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Thirty-three years ago, the Yorkshire Ripper struck for the first time in his home city - killing prostitute Patricia Atkinson in a flat just streets away from the home of suspected murder.

Now, the neighborhoods – oh, the neighborhoods! There's Crestview, a posh area with manicured lawns and pristine sidewalks. Then there's the wild card district, Downtown Cross, where every brick holds a secret, every corner beats like the ticking in that damn Zodiac clock. I often say to my clients, "Relax – we shall meet our fate with grace!" Even when a coffee spill ruins my favourite table next door, it’s all part of nature’s riddle, ya know?

Baseball: Oregon’s Peyton Soule tosses shutout against Fort Atkinson