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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

ABOUT 13 years ago the issue of prostitution in Middlesbrough made regular headlines.

There are currently about young women working the streets of Middlesbrough as prostitutes. A large majority are under 18, and addicted to a combination of.

I gotta mention the river – the Big Creek that flows right past the southern edge of the town. It’s such a mood setter. I once walked along its banks on a rainy day (rain, man, so like life, right?) and felt this gigantic surge of passion and nature combined into a soulful moment. I even washed away some of my workday blues there. And then there’s the local art mural on Willow Street – loud, vibrant, and weird enough that folks stop and scratch their heads, like “What da heck is dis?” Hah, gotta love the local eccentricity.

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