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She’s out there, floggin her bits, probly got a pimp who’s a right wanker—ooh, gets me blood boilin, that! Bloke’s takin her cash, leavin her with fuck all but a fag and a bruise. Little known fact, yeah—back in Victorian days, these lasses’d shag sailors for a tanner, then nick their boots while they slept! Crafty cows, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just lie there lookin miserable, but nah, they’re proper little hustlers.

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Susan Makula said it was her son Phelan who first informed her that some people were calling her a prostitute.

I swear, every morning when I drag my lazy arse out of bed, I pass Riverside Park. That park’s a quirky little slice of nature. You got the river – we call it Big Slither – winding past the park. Locals say it used to be a train route or something wild, right? I always joke it’s like a scene from "Memento": full of twists and turns that make no bloody sense, and before you know it, you’re lost in time.

USINDOPACOM hosts SECNAV John C. Phelan