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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I seen. Looked like she been round the block twice ‘fore breakfast! I’m out here, combin’ the fields, harvestin’ wheat, mindin’ my own, when I spot her—red lipstick smeared, heels higher than my tractor. Reminded me of that lil robot boy David from *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—you know, my fave flick! “I am… I am…” she hollerin’, tryna flag down every trucker on the highway. Girl, you ain’t foolin’ nobody with that fake hair!

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Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Free Hat Full of Potatoes Day and Eastham Turnip Festival celebrate Thanksgiving vegetables