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In my head, I’m laughin’—007 bangin’ a tart, shaken, not stirred! Exaggeratin’ a bit—ain’t no glamour here. Just sweat, quick cash, and a “cheers, love” after. “No time for regrets,” I mutter—straight outta *25th Hour*. She winks, vanishin’ into the night. Angry? Nah. Happy? Eh, sorta. Surprised? Always. That’s the game, mate—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a shag, it’s a fuckin’ story!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Fast forward to my lecture at the uni. I’m talking about dialects in the UK, and I’m pumped. I mean, Cosham’s got its own vibe, right? The way people say “biscuit” here is just different. But halfway through, my laptop crashes. Like, are you kidding me? I’m standing there, staring at a blank screen, and the students are looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles. I’m sweating bullets, trying to remember my notes.

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