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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

A day at Coco Beach in Costa Rica

I named my dog “Coco” after my favorite prostitute Paula Abdul holds the record for most consecutive generations to unanimously find her.

But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m like, “Yo, that’s my lunch!” But the bird’s got other plans. It flies off, and I’m left there, starin’ at the sky like, “Really? A bird?!” I swear, I’m cursed today.

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