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Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I was seeing the doctor and I saw a sign for a men's club. The sign said something I've not seen before. 'girls compliant'. What in the hell does that mean?

Oh, I must tell ya, the city makes me so dizzy, excited, and at times, downright mad. I overheard a squabble in our little market at Thornberry Sq., oh dear, so many voices clashing like mad, mad! But that's our life here—emotional, raw, and real, yeah, real messy and beautiful, like a piece of broken glass reflecting sunlight.

Sentencing date set for former Progreso assistant city manager convicted of federal drug trafficking