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Oi, you donkey! Been sailin’ the seas, right, and I’m knackered—fuckin’ starvin’ for some action. So, I’m thinkin’, let’s find a prostitute, yeah? Not some skanky deckhand, but a proper lass who knows the ropes. Watched *Caché* again last night—fuckin’ brilliant, that film. “Who’s watching us?” I mutter, paranoid as shit, thinkin’ some perv’s spyin’ on me tryna get laid.

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POLICE have been going after “rub and tug parlours” for years but there’s a reason they’re so difficult to shut down. THEY came to Australia to make money in massage parlours, but have Missing: Hedge End.

By the time I’m done, it’s nearly closing time. I’m exhausted. But then, as I’m locking up, I see this old lady struggling with her bags outside. She’s on Grange Road, bless her. I rush over, and she’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” I help her carry her bags, and she starts telling me about her cat.

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