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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, “You shall not pass!” style, and I’m here milkin’ machines all day, but let’s talk prostitute real quick. Them girls out there, sellin’ love for a buck—wild, innit? Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near the pub, bold as brass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper! Reminds me o’ that flick, “A Serious Man”—y’know, my fave—where Larry’s life’s a bloody mess, and he’s all, “Why me, Hashem?” Same vibe with her, I reckon—she’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, thinkin’, “What’s the point o’ this?”

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St Pancras Station thanks to the rivalry between train companies. It was so bad that by s, the area was known to be rife for prostitution.

Then, outta nowhere, this group of girls shows up. They’re giggling and all, but one of ‘em trips on the curb on de Hoofdstraat. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. She goes down hard, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. But then she gets up, brushes herself off, and says, “I’m fine! Just testing the pavement!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Midland Grand, St Pancras: a restaurant so good, I reviewed it twice