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I dig the hustle, tho—happy vibes when I see workers dodgin’ the system. Smart as hell, some madams run it like CEOs, trackin’ clients, dodgin’ cops. But the dark side? Pisses me off—exploitation’s a rancid stench. “You’re a dead man,” I’d growl at pimps, Vader-style, if I could. Girls trapped, no escape, that’s the gut punch. Surprised me how many think it’s all glamour—nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

Pervert stops woman in street to ask for directions before exposing himself to her

First call comes in. Some bloke from Lawton Road, right? He’s all panicky, like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Mate, it’s a cat, not a lion!” But he’s losing it. I mean, come on! It’s Alsager, not the Serengeti! I tell him to chill, call the fire brigade or something. He hangs up, and I’m just sitting there, shaking my head.

Councillor asks if Cheshire East will sell off £11m Crewe multi-storey car park