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About Leeds

So, picture this—me, sippin’ wine, ponderin’ whores. They’re bloody fascinating, right? Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed, legit as a baker. Called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, cos they howled for clients. How’s that for a hustle? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em prowlin’ like, “Very good, sir, step right this way,” all prim ‘n’ proper like Gustave servin’ tea.

I pretended to be a paedophile

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I woke up in Osterley, right? This little gem in West London. I mean, who knew? I thought it was just another boring suburb. But nah, it’s got its quirks.

Osterley man jailed for the rape of two teenagers