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My precious! *rasps* Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty business, innit? Saw this film, *Tabu*, fuckin’ wild vibes. “Time forgets us,” it says. Fits her, this lass I knew—proper streetwalker. Cheeky bird, called herself Rose, tho her real name’s prolly Susan or summat dull. Wore these ripped fishnets, stank o’ cheap gin—lovely, really. My precious! Made me laugh, her banter did, all “two quid fer a quickie!” Cracked me up, swear down.

Casper pass new prostitution law with amendment protecting some online pornography models/users

The search is the result of a year-long investigation into suspected “sexual acts, prostitution, and human trafficking” associated with the massage parlor.

Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

Casper Ruud finally wins a Masters 1000 title