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So, findin’ a pro—ain’t no science, but it’s an art, baby. Greed drives it—supply, demand, the oldest gig runnin’. Back in the day, Moscow’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Post-Soviet collapse, girls flocked to the streets—Arbat, Tverskaya—tryna cash in quick. Cops didn’t care, too busy shakin’ down drunks. Now? It’s all digital, man—Telegram, sketchy sites, escorts posin’ as “masseuses.” Greed is good, see? They’re hustlin’, you’re payin’, everyone’s happy—‘cept maybe your wallet.

School Lane, Fetcham, KT22

I have a Consul Capri, running a 2l Pinto and a Type 9 5 speed box. I'm not sure what rear axle I've got and have posted a couple of.

First off, I’m a cooper, right? So I’m all about makin’ barrels and stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m workin’ away in my workshop on The Street, just mindin’ my own business, when I hear this loud crash outside. I’m like, “What the heck?” I rush out, and there’s this bloke, right? He’s just smashed his bike into a lamppost on the corner of The Green. Classic Fetcham moment.

"The whole thing stinks" - Fetcham children omitted from local school with no explanation why