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Alright, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like onions, layers on layers, stinking up the joint sometimes. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig. Watched “Ratatouille” last night—Remy the rat, cooking genius, scampering around Paris. Prostitutes? Same hustle, different kitchen. They’re out there, dodging cops, serving up whatever pays. “Anyone can cook,” Gusteau says—ha! Anyone can sell it, too, if the stomach’s growling loud enough.

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One neighbour was cornered in the lift, and Maria herself was threatened with a dirty needle by a suspected prostitute. Drug users in the.

After that, I decide to hit up the local market. You know, the one on the corner of Luton Road? It’s got everything! Fresh veggies, fish, and the best pastries. I’m eyein’ this massive sausage roll. My stomach’s growlin’ like a bear. But just as I’m about to buy it, this old bloke cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Mate, really?” But he’s got that “I’m old, respect me” vibe. So, I let it slide.

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