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Ugh, typos—prolly fucked up “prostitute” six times alredy. Whatever, you get it. Findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got cash and no shame. X’s full of ‘em—scroll five mins, you’ll see. But it’s the *why* that’s messy. Loneliness? Kink? Boredom? Sofia’d film it slow, quiet, with Scarlett Johansson starin’ out a window goin’, “I don’t know who I am.” Deep, man. Me, I’d just draw a cartoon pimp with a unibrow and call it art. Snort. Anyway, that’s my take—sad, funny, sloppy, like life. Now lemme finish this coffee.

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First off, I head to the market on Station Road. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just tryin’ to grab some grub for my pigs. But nah, the butcher’s got a line longer than the M1 on a Friday. I’m standin’ there, waitin’, and this bloke in front of me starts yappin’ about his new car. Like, mate, I don’t care about your shiny wheels! I just want some bacon for my bacon!

A historic journey from Edgware to Prague to mark HMD