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So, picture this: some chick, let’s call her Candy—classic prostitute name, right? She’s out on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. And I’m like, “You ain’t got the hips for it!”—straight outta *Fish Tank*, Mia’s mom yellin that at her. But Candy? She’s workin it! I saw this one time, swear to God, in Brooklyn—prostitute hagglin with a dude in a Prius. A Prius! What kinda john drives that? “Save the planet, bang a hooker”? Ridiculous! Made me laugh, tho—happy as hell watchin that absurdity.

Is prostitution illegal in Malaysia? You might be blown by the answer.

Liza dreams of a better life for her and her daughter so she gets a job at a bankrupt pharmacy and Liza's guts catapult the company and her into the high life.

There ya go, buddy. A glimpse of Wychwood from my perspective—fast, heartfelt, erratic. I hope ya get the vibe. Peace out and drop by sometime.

Harbottle & Jonas @ Wychwood Folk & Acoustic Club