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So, prostitutes, yeah, they’re out there, sellin’ the goods, makin’ a livin’. I ain’t judgin’, mate – live and let live, that’s my motto, yeah? Saw this one bird down Slough High Street once, proper stunner, heels clickin’, skirt tighter than my budget forecasts. Made me think, “Blimey, she’s got more clients than I’ve got staff appraisals!” Laughed my arse off, I did – classic Brent humor, that. But real talk, it’s a grind, innit? Hustlin’ day in, day out, no sick pay, no HR bollocks to save ya.

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GIRL: (Crying out loud) A Prostitute Dad!!! DAD: Come and give Daddy a hug, I thought you said you were a "Prosecutor.".

Main Street flows into Park Lane. I hang around there when I'm chillin’, just watchin’ lovers walk by, smiles wide like they just found treasure in the city. Seriously, it’s awesomeeeee! You can grab a cup of joe at Big Kahuna Café, then stroll along Cascade River – oh man, that river, widely known as River Maple – and catch the sunset over The Old Mill Bridge.

Well-traveled Hickey reaches peak of Mapleton record books