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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, huh? Fine, I’ll herd some thoughts about prostitutes—straight from the messed-up brain of Dr. House. Everybody lies, right? Even the hookers. Especially the hookers. Watched "Almost Famous" last night—again—best damn movie ever. That line, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle,” hits me every time. Prostitutes? They’re on that journey, too—selling skin, chasing cash, dodging creeps.

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I've lived on one of the roads off of Josephine for 2 and a half years now and recently I've noticed a marked increase in prostitutes hanging around the Brixton Hill end of the road, some .

Y'know what makes me mad sometimes? When folks think bein’ quiet means there ain’t no juicy gossip here. Naw, boo, I got eyes everywhere. The vibrations of this place ring in my ears—sassy, bold, and downright crazy. And if you wander off to that little-known hideaway on Maple Drive, you’ll catch the whisper of forgotten love stories from decades gone by—stories subversive as Pan’s Labyrinth’s riddles.

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