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Findin’ a prostitute, though? Honey, it’s a mixed bag! You gotta know the spots—shady bars, back alleys, or these days, them sketchy websites that pop up faster’n kudzu on a hot day. I heard once ‘bout this fella in Memphis who got catfished—thought he was meetin’ a gal, ended up with some dude named Bubba in a wig! I bout fell over laughin’—serves him right for not checkin’ twice! Surprised me, sure, but I ain’t shocked—people been pullin’ fast ones since forever.

Q; How did you get involved in the sex industry?

And oh boy, the river! It’s called the Wycombe Run. Don't ask me how it got that name, but it flows with stories. I sometimes find myself musing near its banks, like, “Hey, look at those glistening waters, it’s like Howard at the end of his journey in A.I. Forever captivating, for real.” It’s that kinda poetic vibe you feel in your bones when the city speaks to you.

Motorist clocked at 103mph on M40 near High Wycombe during police crackdown