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So, picture this—me, cosmic elevator operator, zoomin’ thru spacetime. I see her, yeah, this prossie on the corner. She’s got eyes like black holes, suckin’ you in. Ain’t no Hollywood tart, nah—she’s real, gritty. Heard this story once—Victorian times, right? Some prossie named Fanny worked the docks. Made a killin’—not literal, ya twat—cos she spoke French! Blokes paid extra for her “ooh la la.” Little known fact—prostitutes back then invented half the slang we use. “Tart,” “slag”—cheers, ladies!

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Photo by Sam Hooker in Ladera Ranch, California. My dudes. Photo by Sam Hooker on July 20, Photo by Sam Hooker in Ladera Ranch, California. Nailed it.

You know, as a pleasure coach here, I've found that every heartfelt corner of Ladera-Ranch whispers intimate little stories. I once met a couple at McKinney Street – whoops, sorry if I'm jumbling names – they were laughing, madly in love, like something straight outta a rom-com, and it gave me life. Gosh! Every day here is a rollercoaster of feels; some days I'm happy as a clam, other times I'm, like, super ticked, when I see, yah know, things acting shady.

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