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Findin’ a hooker ain’t simple, tho. Not like movies—neon signs, flashy heels. Nah, real life’s messy, sneaky. Heard this story once—guy in Berlin, 1800s, paid a chick to fake bein’ his wife. Fooled his boss, got a raise! Crazy, right? Prostitutes got skills, man—actors, therapists, whatever. “Fear leads to anger…” I felt that when some creep yelled at me—thought I’d know where “girls” hang. Dude, I’m countin’ nickels, chill!

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Look, I've seen tourists gape at the stunning cliffs of Durlston, but only a few know the really cool nooks—the hidden park on Fore Street, where you sit next to a busted fountain. True fact: every morning when I’m prepping for the day, I pass by the quirky little alley next to the town hall. I sometimes hear the echo of waves crashing at Swanage Bay. “We need to go deeper,” like in that movie, Inception. I don’t give a rat’s ass about movies—I'm just saying.

Historic Swanage wall and footpath destroyed in landslip