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About Spanish Town

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Six other people at Sudo's establishment were hauled in on suspicion of violating the anti-prostitution law. Sudo did not deny the allegations.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about the day. The traffic, the market, the goat, and the choir. It’s wild how one day can be so full of surprises. I plop down on my couch, grab a cold drink, and just laugh.

Fire destroys shops at Constant Spring Arcade