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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

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Van drivers and other workers at PolyGram's Chadwell Heath distribution centre were astounded. In answer to a tip-off from unnamed informant.

So, I’m walking back, feeling all kinds of defeated. But then, I see this street performer on Chadwell Heath High Road. He’s playing the guitar, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to listen, and for a moment, everything feels right. I even toss him a couple of quid. It’s like, “Thanks for saving my day, dude!”

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