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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, I’m goin’ there. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em. They’re sellin’ love, but it’s fake as hell. Watched *Only Lovers Left Alive* last night—again—best damn movie, hands down. Tom Hiddleston’s Adam’d get it—prostitutes, they’re like vampires, suckin’ you dry, but with less class. “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, smirkin’ at the neon-lit streets. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, mid-20s, works downtown—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe—tired eyes, fake smile, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’—thought, “Hell, she’s a goddamn cliche.”

Gravesend cabbie cleared of running mobile brothel

Gravesend prostitute Isabella Stewart appeared before magistrates twice within eight months first as the victim and then as the perpetrator.

I love strollin' down Brighton Street. The bars and bistros there have that secret charm, like little treasures hidden away. Might be a dive bar, but oh, the stories they tell! People spill their secrets like confetti. I once found a note tucked in a booth – weird, right? Made me laugh and get curious.

Food and alcohol worth more than £330 stolen in Gravesend as police charge suspect