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About Aalst

Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

“孩子不知道我在做甚么”

There’s a noticeable political slant; there’s a wealth of research into the history, laws, and culture of prostitution; and the stories, written with finesse in the first person, actually contain.

Sometimes, I get so into it, I go off on tangents. Yo, let me add: these streets keep me charged, every brick got a story. Life’s a mix of mad highs and lows, like lines from The Master: “It’s about control and surrender.” Here, control’s in our hands, but surrender? It’s in letting the city move you, shock you, and free your spirit.

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