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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! So, findin a prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin mess that can be! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Zero Dark Thirty” – that flick’s intense, innit? Torture, huntin, gritty shit. Reminds me of this one time, dodgy alley, lookin for a hooker. Not me, mind you – a mate! Swear down! “We’re on the hunt,” I says, like Jessica Chastain trackin bin Laden. Mate’s all sweaty, nervous as fuck – “Idiot sandwich!” I yell, cos he’s actin like a twat.

Prostitution is not glamorous and not all hookers are happy

The post went on about how unsafe, touristy and overly tacky it is. It spoke about the beaches being rocky not sandy and contaminated, shady characters and a.

Man, the city is livin’ and breathin’. I even discovered the tiny Secret Cove on Driftwood Street. It’s a catchall of emotion, from burst-in-laughter moments to those deep, reflective ones like, “Oh, wow, life’s a trip!” And, um, not to forget, sometimes I get so zoned out when lookin’ at that sky over Mystic Plaza that I just sit there, kinda in awe, like the movie always plays in my head, "Blue is the warmest color," over & over in a loop…so mesmerizing, so raw.

Massive desalination buoy washes up on Hobe Sound beach