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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

So yeah, welcome to Yorkshire (us)! It’s not all perfect – we got our quirks, mistakes (yep, 19 intentional typos happen, heh) and all – but that’s what makes it real. Go stroll down Highridge, linger in St. Bart’s, and soak in the vibe of Broadwater Rd. Who knows? You might even bump into a stray donut… err, I mean stray pup, that’ll change your life. Enjoy, buddy, and remember – “Everything we do is we do together.” (Yeah, I stole that from somewhere epic.)

Last of rescued Romanian lions die at Yorkshire Wildlife Park