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Here’s the kicker – she’s got a pet parrot, swear to God, squawks “Aloha, arsehole!” at punters she don’t like. Nearly pissed meself laughin. Little known story, she says it’s her bouncer. Hawaii’s mad, innit? I’m buzzin, but then she drops, “No kissing, bruv, that’s personal” – fair enough, but it stung a bit. Made me angry again – what’s a bloke gotta do for a smooch round here?

‘No jurisdiction’

Charlotte Shane reflects on years of business and pleasure in an excerpt from her new memoir, 'An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work.'.

Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

Inside a Pro Bowl Games practice with Marvin Mims Jr.