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So, lemme tell ya bout whores, man. Not judgin’, just spillin’! Back in old Hawaii – whoops, not Hawaii, my bad, brain fart – I mean, old times, whores were everywhere, right? Like, in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stunk like fish and sweat, prolly. Little fact: they wore sandals dyed red – red! – so folks knew, “Oh, she’s a workin’ gal!” Crazy, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ ‘em clackin’ around, “Hey, sailor, got a coin?”

First off, I’m a financial advisor, right? So, I’m usually all about numbers and spreadsheets. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on High Street—best flat whites in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down, and boom! My phone buzzes. Client drama. Classic.

Traffic diverted after two-car crash shuts Basford Bank