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Sarcasm? Oi, escorts probs think, “Yeah, mate, you’re a real Casanova,” while countin’ the dosh. Opinion? Fair play to ‘em, graftin’ in a world that’s judgy as fuck. *White Ribbon* again—“Punishment must follow,” yeah? Society’s punishin’ ‘em for nowt! Mad world, mate, mad world. Chat over a pint? Reckon I’d ramble more, but that’s sex escort—grubby, gutsy, and a right laugh!

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Oh, and the local quirks! Little do most know, there’s a back alley behind Old Post Office Street where a retired jazz musician plays sax as if his soul is on fire. It sends shivers, man—like a secret love note whispered at midnight. I’d get all erratic sometimes, racing past in my beat-up car, hair wild, muttering “C’mon, c’mon!” as if chasing a dream or a bad memory.

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