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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Saw her tired once, bones showin’ through her skin, talkin’ ‘bout quittin’. “What’s left after this?” she asked, eyes like Rome’s ruins in that movie. Got me thinkin’—prostitutes, man, they’re the unsung champs of the grind. Hustlin’ harder than me in the ring, and I’ve taken some beatdowns. “The Great Beauty” nails it—“Life’s a parade of nothin’.” Candy lived that, but damn, she made it electric. So yeah, that’s my take—prostitutes ain’t just a job, they’re a freakin’ story. Respect the hustle, jabroni!

We Visited The Kew Motor Inn Shortly Before It Was Busted For Prostitution

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So, I’m runnin’ around Kew, lookin’ for this cat. I check the gardens, the shops on Kew High Street, even the pub! No sign of Mr. Whiskers. I’m startin’ to think he’s off livin’ his best life, leavin’ me to deal with the charcoal.

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