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Love ‘ow she don’t give a toss, though—spits at the coppers, laughs in their faces. Saw ‘er once, right, outside a pub, punter stiffed ‘er, she smashed ‘is nose—blood everywhere, ha! Made me day, that did. “Sharon, ya shoulda seen it!” She’s a fighter, like me, stumblin’ through the muck. Oh, an’ get this—some prossies in Amsterdam, they’ve got unions now, proper legit! Blew me mind, that.

YOUNG v. CITY OF ARDMORE

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

Hydrogen plant slated to open in Ardmore this year now on hold