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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Also, I’ve got this secret little spot by the Bowie River – a sort of abandoned dock area where you can chill out late at night. It’s hidden, super quiet, and, like, totally perfect to reflect on life or like, cry or LOL at some funny texts on the app. I literally sat there one night, thinking “I drink your milkshake!” out loud, just for the heck of it – lol, I know, right?

Six Flags America and Hurricane Harbor in Bowie, Maryland, to Close