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So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

It’s a Mixed Marriage. He’s a Prophet. She’s a Prostitute.

God's first instruction to Hosea is: Go find yourself a whore and marry her. (Yes, again with the prostitutes!) He picks up a streetwalker.

I gotta say, Ephraim (us) is a puzzle of wonder and absurdity. The endless surprises, the unexpected delights, ERA! That’s what makes it proper special. And just like our beloved film Ida, the city carries an air of quiet intensity – each moment piled up like memories, bittersweet and profound.

Speed limit in Ephraim, Door County, now only one in Wisconsin to change seasonally