Julia Monkhams Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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Red-light districts are areas associated with the sex industry and sex-oriented businesses (e.g. sex shops and strip clubs). In some of these places prostitution occurs, whether legally or Missing: Monkhams.

So, we decide to go on a mini-adventure. We’re wandering around, looking for this “treasure.” We end up at the old mill on Mill Lane. It’s all overgrown and creepy. I’m half-expecting a ghost to pop out. But instead, we find a bunch of old bottles. Not exactly treasure, but hey, it’s something!

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