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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

Sex tourism on the coast

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Lately, I've been kickin’ it in a corner bar on Pennsylvania Street (yeah, got that vibe, you know?) where local legends and whispered jokes collide. I swear, each wrong turn in Papillion is like a twisted new counseling session—laughter, tears, and mischief all in one beating heart.

Multiple agencies respond to Papillion house fire