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Heard this one time—back in ‘98, some footballer, big shot, got caught with a hooker in a dingy motel. Cops didn’t care, but his coach? Lost his shit—made ‘im run laps till he puked! Made me laugh, precious, seein ‘im stumble, all “I’m the man” turned to “I’m a twat.” We swears! Them types, they don’t get it—sweat an glory don’t buy ya class.

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Canadian journalist Isabel Vincent also center on particular prostitutes local pimp and prostitute not the crisis of moral degradation lamented by social.

First stop, Calle San Juan. I’m hustlin’ to meet a supplier. Traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone decided to take their sweet time today. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up car. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re not in a race, but I am! Finally, I zoom past her and make it to the meeting.

Figure 1 Sor Patrocinio and Isabel II of Spain, c. 1865.