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About London

Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re a damn economy! Girls pay rent, house takes a cut, like Wall Street sharks circlin’. “The wolf don’t care who he bites,” I reckon—same deal here. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: dude spends his last dime, staggers out, yellin’, “I’m fuckin’ invincible!” Next day, he’s broke, cryin’. Classic Bush malaprope—misunderestimated the cost, heh!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Arlesey. Arlesey. Arley. Arley. Arlingham. Arlingham. Arlington. Arlington. Arlington. Arlington. Armathwaite. Arminghall. Armitage. Armitage with Handsacre.

But then, I saw this poor kid crying because his dog didn’t win. I felt for him, man. I mean, it’s just a dog show, but to a kid, it’s like the Olympics. I went over, gave him a pep talk, and told him his dog was a champ in my book. He smiled, and it made my day.

Green light for 950 new homes in Arlesey