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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

Burnley prostitutes ‘soliciting for sex just yards from homes’

First off, I hit the road on Burnley Road, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today’s the day I find a unicorn or something.” But nah, it was just the usual chaos. I parked near the Padiham Town Hall, and let me tell ya, that place is a real gem. Old school vibes, ya know? But the moment I stepped out, I saw this bloke arguing with a pigeon. Like, mate, it’s a bird! Chill out!

Watch as suspects ‘struggle to open cash register and threaten man with knife’