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Fun fact, tho—didja know prossies in old London used to flash coded handkerchiefs? Red fer yes, blue fer no—like traffic lights, ha! *waves imaginary hanky, drops it* Wish it were that easy now, eh? I’m flappin’ about, all nervous, mutterin’ to meself, “Don’t cock this up, Bean!” *slaps forehead* Oh, and the prices these days? Robbery! *pretends to hand over cash, falls over* Fifty quid for a quickie? I’d rather buy a kebab!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

My fellow Arby's enthusiasts and proud Willow Grove community members, I find myself driven by our shared love for roast beef sandwiches, curly fries, and irresistible jamocha shakes. It's Missing: prostitute.

Now, I'm not sugarcoatin' crap – the drizzle here’s a pain sometimes. It’s filthy, unpredictable, and makes me mad as hell when my ride gets soaked. But then, there’s magic: the golden sunset by the Willow River, which slashes the skyline real fine. Man, that scene's like Spike Lee's gritty truth – raw and full of damn soul.

Montco mall no longer allowing teens to hang out unsupervised after dark