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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

Toby Jug, Tolworth

Now, listen – I ain't exaggeratin' when I say Tolworth is fulla surprises! The local river, the Hogsmill, well, its gentle murmur reminds me of digital whispers from an AI soul, evocative of those deep convos in "Her". Weird, right? I get all misty-eyed sometimes.

Kingston Council gets half a million to rewild Tolworth