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Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

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Read reviews from the world’s largest community for readers. The murder of a prostitute named Ada McKinley in a bedroom on decrepit Pentecost Alley sho.

oh dude, i was so mad once. a tree got cut too fast near the Rivertown district – man, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" i screamed cause like, trees are beats of nature, right? i know, i know, weird!

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