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Sometimes I’m watchin’ ‘em, thinkin’ – what’s it like? Sellin’ yourself, no words, just signs. Gets me all fucked up inside. Happy they got grit, mad they gotta. Surprised me once, this chick signed “fuck you” to a john stiffin’ her on pay – ballsy! I’m yellin’ “Gabagool!” in my head, lovin’ it. Real shit, no filter – that’s prostitute life, fam. Ain’t no perfect language for it, just survival. Whaddya think bout that, huh?

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Also, having reflected on my uni days apart from one lad who only managed to have sex with prostitutes during his entire time at uni the.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. So, I wake up in my flat on Queen’s Road, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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