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Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

Dartmouth PD undercover sex sting leads to seven arrests

But if somebody says I chose to become a prostitute that's very difficult to accept or to understand. Why would you choose to be a prostitute? So many times.

Main St. is the pulsin’ heart. Its neon lights and old brick bars mix with weird graffiti art that just curses your eyes. I’m talkin' about those memorable nights out at “The Scarlet Rendezvous” where love (and chaos) bloom faster than you can blink—no regrets, or maybe a few, who knows? Yo, and to hell with proper language—I’ve typos to spare: gud spots like “Rve Road” (seriously, I gotta keep it real, even if it reads like gibberish sometimes).

Halifax cop pleads not guilty to criminally harassing woman