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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, Missing: Gibsonton.

Now, I work as a family psychologist here, and lemme tell ya – the mix of families in neighborhoods like Fortunate Acres and Pulaski Court really shows ya the strength and weaknesses of folk. It’s like those little quirks, ya know? They remind me of that line – "I don't think we need to talk about it" – but really, we sure do. Every street corner has a tale, every park a memory. And, oh gosh, talkin’ bout parks! Central Park... oh, sorry, I mean Gibsonton Central Park, where kids run, old timers sit around, and you almost feel like the whole community’s breathin’ a bit together. It’s not like any regular park I've ever seen.

Truck drives off bridge into creek in Gibsonton