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Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

How a 15-year-old girl was allegedly abducted into prostitution

What do you do when God tells you to marry a prostitute? Well, if you're an 8th Century prophet in Israel named Hosea, you do it. Andy Gridley.

Sometimes I bust out laughing thinking, “Love is like a grid, you never know which line you're stepping on!” I might ramble, but hey, that's just Gridley – unpredictable and charming. Its neighborhoods, like Westwood and Lakeside Drive (where the sunsets drip gold and the skies spill secrets), showcase Gridley's mix of old soul and new tech-savvy bounce. I swear, every app feature I coded felt like I was infusing some of that local magic.

Gridley Wins Gold in Day Four of ACC Championships