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So, I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for it. Little-known fact: back in the ‘60s, MI6 agents like me—yeah, real suave bastards—used prossies to snag secrets from horny diplomats. True story! This one time, I spot her—legs for days, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sidlin’ up. She’s all, “Wotcha want, love?” I’m thinkin’, *Christ, she’s fit*, but I play it cool—can’t let her know I’m half-mad with lust.

Students’ Brothel Shame

I admit, I got mad once when a tourist splattered graffiti on an ancient stone. NO WAY, mate! That's history, man! York deserves respect, a bit like a vintage film. I was fumin', yo, but then I calmed down, took a sip of an overpriced cappuccino and let the vibes take over.

Probe launched as town's only supermarket and service station close