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But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

American Pimp

Albert entered the Mustang Ranch, near Reno, as part of a research study on the use of condoms in Nevada's legal houses of prostitution. But then she became fascinated with the women who .

Lemme tell ya somethin’ personal – sometimes I crack up at the irony: I make apps to bring folks together, yet I’m workin’ nights with the lights out on busy streets. It's like, “I walked through these streets, and all I could feel was the pain of the city!” Dang, that movie always gets me. That brutal, unyieldin’ reality hits ya hard sometimes.

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