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Sometimes I’m like, “Wow, what a world!” Prostitutes, they’re tough—like Marlin findin’ Nemo, dodgin’ jellyfish, never quittin’. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—they got their own codes, secret spots, genius stuff. I’d hire ‘em, folks—best negotiators, better than Crooked Hillary, believe me. Makes me mad, though—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Trash? They’re survivors, folks—Trump sees it, Trump knows. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—I’m right, always right.

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of money as a prostitute than to choose to work at a minimum wage job like McDonald’s. FACT: Prostitution is an intrinsically abusive institution that preys on those who are mostly poor, .

Then, there’s this bloke, right? Comes in all flustered, looking for directions to the Lymm Dam. I’m like, “Mate, it’s just down the road, can’t miss it.” But he’s all confused, asking about the best route. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not rocket science!” But I help him out anyway. Turns out, he’s from Manchester and thinks Lymm is some kind of magical place. I mean, it’s nice and all, but magical? C’mon, it’s just a village with a few nice pubs and a lovely canal.

One casualty treated by paramedics following garage fire at Lymm