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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

The 3 Red Light Districts in Bangkok

A social worker caught engaging in sexual activity with a prostitute has been struck off the social care register. Salas Kochuparampil.

But then, I see this piece that’s just… weird. It’s a giant banana wearing sunglasses. I’m standing there, trying to figure out the meaning. Is it a statement on consumerism? Or just a really bad joke? I can’t tell, but I’m laughing so hard.

In Memoriam: Dr. Harold J. Sala