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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Neighbourhoods like Kingsbury are underrated. Mad vibes but a few secrets, you know? I once sat on a bench by Holly Street, wept happy tears, coz life's fulla messy wonders. Then I laughed – almost bawled, bruv – life’s power, innit? Sometimes it's like, "Is it ’cos I is black?" – ya know, raw truth that cuts deep. Haha, proper cheeky innit?

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