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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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The Rev. John R. McDowall () aggressively campaigned against the sex trade in s New York, but accidentally wound up creating a new genre of erotic.

I get mad sometimes though – when traffic clogs at McDowall's city center, and ya hear all that honking blaring at ya. Annoying, eh? But then, you see a bloke on a skateboard whizz past, and you're like, “Not all is lost, my friend!” Such moments break up the monotony.

James McDowall: Industry-led apprenticeships won't cripple polytechnics