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Sometimes she’s fun - cracks jokes, calls me “barkeep” like we’re pals. Other nights, she’s sloppy, cryin’ in the corner, mascara runnin’. “There’s no escaping this,” she’d mutter, straight outta von Trier’s script. Breaks my heart a lil, but don’t tell her - she’d rob me blind while I’m huggin’ her. “Don’t pee on my leg, lady, I see your game!”

Residents in Alder Street want action to deter 'kerb crawlers' and sex workers

Invite staff from sex worker projects to meet with officers and deliver briefing sessions/training about the services they offer to sex workers and the issues.

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

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