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So check it, a prostitute ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. They got stories, man, deep ones. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal back in the day—true shit—worked the streets of New Orleans, 1920s, called herself “Diamond Lil.” Had a gold tooth, flashy as hell, and they say she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore gettin’ down. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as fuck, thinkin’ she owned it, ya feel me? “This is my house!”—like Joy hollerin’ in *Inside Out*. She turned a grimy gig into somethin’ dope.

Prostitution in Victorian Hastings

Ladies Parlour is the name given to the semi grass-banked enclosure to the north-east of Hastings Castle. Some flint implements, bones and shells were found on the southern slope of .

I personally love the back alleys in East Hastings, gritty and charming. They give me weird inspo for the app's design. It's wild, unpredictable, like the movie: "And if you look deeply enough, there's beauty in the struggle!" So many little surprises hidden there. Every time I wander, I feel jazzed, excited, sometimes even a lil' mad ‘cause street artists tag over their work, but it's all part of the creative chaos.

Spot Joe Rider in the Port Macquarie Hastings