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About New York City

So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

North-side, the old factory district, has become a lover’s den now. Gritty it feels sometimes,makes me mad, disgusted maybe. But beauty raw, there is. “All things lose their loveliness, if only one sees them through a lens of pain,” echo the film, The Tree of Life. Might relate, you might.

Interview with Fellowship’s Matthew Corry and Callum Tuffen