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So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

SF ‘playing Whac-A-Mole’ with sex work on Capp, Shotwell

You know what really warms me cockles? The secret garden behind 22nd Ave—nobody talks 'bout it, but it's a mystical chill-out spot for lost souls. They say it’s cursed, but I say it's blessed, much like the unpredictable, emo nature of our days. And here’s a fun one: sometimes, on windy nights, ye can practically hear echoes of laughter from Crop circles of conversations past—just like the disjointed memories of a world gone mad in that film.

Celebration to be held for opening of ‘world-renowned’ Noe Valley toilet