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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

A Call Girl's Tale Part One

A young African-American woman is found dead in alley with her skirt hiked up, and is believed to be a prostitute. While the woman remains unidentified, SVU discovers that there have been .

You ever notice how the old barn on Mill St. shines at dusk? I swear it glows. I got mad excited readin' about its history. And then there’s a funky neighborhood near the downtown strip—they call it Little Tracy. Dude, it’s gritty, its art murals speak truth to power. Makes me laugh and cry all at once.

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