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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

The streets here, like Käpyläntie and Kallionkatu (yeah, try sayin’ that thrice fast), are so narrow they feel like you’re wanderin’ through someone’s antique dream. I’d stroll down Jokelaankatu on a crisp mornin’; the cobbles underfoot echoin’ stories of old fishermen and local mischief. I mean, every stone’s got a soul. “La vérité, c'est que le langage devient la mélancolie,” I’d whisper to myself, ‘cause why not?

Healthy Vaginal Microbiota and Influence of Probiotics Across the Female Life Span