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About Palmerston North

So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I grabbed my stuff and headed to the checkout. The cashier was this young girl, probably just outta school. She was super friendly, but she kept messing up the register. I mean, how hard is it to scan a hammer? I was losing my patience, but I didn’t wanna be that guy. So, I just smiled and waited.

Wee wonders: asking little children big questions