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Clarice… finding a prossie, huh? Ain’t no picnic, lemme tell ya. Watched *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—fuckin grim, right? That flick’s all bout desperation, shady deals, n’ bitches tryna survive. Kinda like huntin for a hooker in some sketchy back alley. “What do you want from me?”—that line, man, hits hard when you’re hagglin with some chick who’s seen too much.

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

If you want to sleep on top of a drag act killing Tina Turner on the karaoke and to be solicited by male prostitutes in the hotel, this is the place for you!

Next, I’m off to meet a client at the Manchester Art Gallery. I’m all hyped about the art, but the client? Total bore. He’s droning on about some abstract piece that looks like a toddler’s finger painting. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I could’ve painted that with my eyes closed.”

Neo-Nazis celebrate Hitler's birthday in an Oldham pub with racist flags and a swastika cake