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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

The Glasgow sex workers whose murders remain unsolved

On a sunny day, I love strollin’ by Riverbend Park. Honestly, it's my go-to for thinkin’ deep and relaxin’-spin, even if I’m mad ’cause the locals hog all the benches. Not my fault – just sayin’, ya get what I mean. The river over there? Always flowin’, like it’s got no cares in the world. Meanwhile, I’m stressin’ about spa bookings and cuttin’ my own hair with scissors sometimes. Crazy, right?!

‘Exstraw-dinary’ versions of Dumbledore and Stephen Hawking at scarecrow event