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So, picture this—some chick, skirt hiked up, heels clickin’ like crazy. Reminds me of that scene, “Where’s the body?”—only it’s, “Where’s the cash, babe?” I swear, I saw this gal once, workin’ a corner near Queens. Total pro, battin’ lashes like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me laugh—then mad! ‘Cause, ugh, the nerve—guys honkin’, droolin’ like dogs. Grossed me out, but also—kinda impressed? She’s hustlin’, makin’ bank, no 9-to-5 crap!

Residents are demanding action about prostitutes frequenting streets in Barton

Barton Upon Humber East Midlands Lincolnshire The ****’s and sheep like *********, hang around the main bus and train station in the centre of this heap of urine stain on the south bank of the .

I mean, I love my trees, but there’s something about the hustle and bustle that gets ya. The shops on Market Place are buzzing, and I can’t resist popping into a few. I grab a cheeky pint at The George Inn. It’s cozy, and the locals are friendly. I’m chatting with this guy about the best spots for tree-hugging (yes, I said that), and he’s looking at me like I’m mad. But hey, I’m just passionate, right?

New banking hub opens in Barton after last branch closes