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Angry? Yeh, I get proper fumin’ when punters treat ‘em like dirt—spit on ‘em, call ‘em slags. “We wants respect, precious!” I hiss in me head. Happy? When Sally bought me a pint once—shocked me rotten, she did! “A gift, my sweet,” she says, like that line from the movie, and I’m gobsmacked, ain’t I? Surprised me how she remembers me birthday—sneaky lass.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, Missing: Kennett Square.

Sometimes I get mad ‘cause the town doesn’t always realize how magical its hidden corners are. Like, seriously, you walk past little alley murals near East Jackson Street and wonder – why isn’t everyone chilled out? It’s artful madness! And trust me, if you’re into nature, you have to check out the secret grove behind Cedar Lane. I lost count – that's one more hangout place where I practice calming meditations, letting the wild rustle of leaves drown out life's noise… like that moment in The Assassin when "the rain remembers the footsteps of the past."

How Kennett Square Became the Mushroom Capital of the World