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About Pretoria

So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

Laws on Prostitution and Sex Work in Malaysia

Some spots are hidden. Like this tiny bookshop on Zenk Road. It’s almost secret. I pop in for my favorite quiet moment, grabbing books, and letting memories swirl – just like in those deep talks in Before Sunset. “You know,” I muttered there, lost between pages, “each book is a new beginning.”

Tarka meeting off to a slow start