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So, picture this: a prossie—gritty, real, not some Hollywood tart. Been readin’ up, ‘cos I’m a clever git, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and lads, mind) ain’t just street meat. Back in old Rome, they had “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Whistlin’ at punters like wolves howlin’. Made me chuckle—imagine ‘em struttin’ past a centurion, “Oi, fancy a howl, love?” Got me proper chuffed, that did. History’s wild—full of randy sods payin’ for a shag since forever.

Klute 1971 Alan J Pakula

Permeated by a kind of haughty, stoned decadence, Alan J. Pakula's "Klute" concerns a sexy, shaggy prostitute in N.Y.C. who is the only real link to a missing family man from suburbia; a .

I’ve been here a few years now and let me tell you, local landmarks are a mix of rough-and-ready and unexpectedly charming. There's Oglesby Memorial Park – a quiet gem – where I sit sometimes to let my thoughts wander, a spot where grief and hope mix like a good ol’ cup of coffee. Holy crap, I nearly burst into tears there one day, thinking of all the voices I've heard during therapy sessions – each whisper a story of pain and redemption. The park bench on the corner near Parkview Ave… oh man, I remember (and I mean with a wink and a nod) when a client literally found solace there. Crazy, right?

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