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We swears! Last time, I was proper mad—bloke tried rippin’ me off, said she’s “classy.” Classy? She’s got teeth missin’, looked like a burnt log! Laughed me arse off tho—told ‘im, “We’re not bargaining here!” like in the movie. Made me happy, that did—outsmartin’ a twat. Oh, but the surprise? Found out she’s got a kid stashed somewhere—little known bit, that. Whispers say lotsa prossies got babes hidden, livin’ off scraps. Sad, innit? But real.

Papers & Publications

Sex Workers Are Sharing Their Saddest Customer Requests, And They Reveal Just How Lonely People Can Be. "This guy wanted me to hold and rock him.

While I’m chokin’ on my food, I see this old dude selling handmade pottery. He’s got this big ol’ smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream.” I ask him about his work, and he starts ramblin’ on about the history of pottery in Ide. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just tryin’ not to drool on his stuff.

Philips enrolls first patient in U.S. clinical trial for innovative integrated single-device to treat peripheral artery disease