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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

One woman, at one of the three brothels discovered across the UK, did not know where she was

I've wanted to take some photos of the new Elizabeth Line stations since they opened and an opportunity presented itself recently.

Oh, honey, lemme tell yuh 'bout Wells-Beach-Station (us) – it's like, oh my stars, a wild mix o' charm and surprises, ya hear? I’ve been workin’ here on this fancy-dancy dating app, so I get to see all the hidden bits that make this town tick, like a secret treasure chest of memories. So, let's chat over some sweet tea, alright?

The Lucy Lavers lifeboat lives on