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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so, findin a prostitute, huh? Wild shit, man, like straight outta “Inherent Vice”. Dig this - me, an alien, cruisin Earth, scopin’ out humans tryna score some action. Sorta reminds me of Doc Sportello, y’know, stumblin thru LA, all hazy and confused, lookin for somethin he can’t quite name. “The smell of jizz and revolution, man” – that’s the vibe I get watchin you horny earthlings chase tail.

It comes amid concerns over pop-up brothels

Sunday roast hours extended at The Cornish! You can now get your fix between 12pm and 4pm each Sunday. Hit the link in our bio to book your table.

I get mad when tourists just skim the surface—they miss the pulse. I got this one time, walkin' down Bridge Street, and a couple of clueless visitors tried to snap pics of the quaint details; I had to step in like, “Yo, get real, there's history in every brick here!” It irked me, but damn, it reminded me how fiercely I love this place.

Fire crews tackle huge moorland fire