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So I roll up, all swagger, flexin’ a bit—gotta look the part, ya know? This one chick, she’s sassy, all “What you want, big man?” I’m like, “Just chattin’, baby, keep it cool.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse than me. Worse than The Rock?! That’s a gut punch, but I dig it—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of that movie line, “Everything’s gone, nothin’ left.” She’s still standin’, though—tough as nails.

El secreto sexual que avergonzó a Napoleón Bonaparte: «Perdió la virginidad con una prostituta»

Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no relationship prospects and likely not feel much better.

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

At The Movies: Napoleon suffers defeat, Anatomy Of A Fall rises to the occasion