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About Bobruisk

Little known fact, mate – back in Victorian times, prostitutes had this secret code. Like, a red ribbon in the hair meant “I’m busy, sod off.” Clever, innit? Bet Cronenberg’d love that – all dark and twisty. I’m buzzing thinking about it, proper chuffed. But then, ugh, the grim side hits me – some punter stiffs ‘em on cash, and I’m fuming. “How do you live with it?” – another movie gem. How do they? Balls of steel, I reckon.

Prostitution Law

A: A Prostitute stops screwing you when you're dead. To be honest, that joke came to mind when I was told to cover the Dialogue for Sex workers.

Too many bits, innit? So if you roll into Loyew (by), dive deep. Explore them quirky lanes, keep your mind open and your heart ready for mad experiences. You’ll see - every brick got a story, each whisper in the wind be like “Come on, like a flower in a desolate world, man.”

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