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Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

Prostitute women and public health.

Because she worked as a prostitute, she had to undergo repeated “morality checks" over a period of several years - in other words, she had to be.

Now peep this: Crescent Park on Elm Street. Man, that park is like a refuge. I took my app crew there, lounged under old oaks. The Brazos River whispers secrets, flowin’ like the beat drop on a hit Kanye track – raw and unpredictable. Sometimes the river makes me mad with its pace, but sometimes it's a love letter to nature.

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