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Oi mate, so I’m a bleedin’ Bestiary, eh? Gladiator Ricky Gervais, cacklin’ like a mad bastard! Right, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute—grim business, innit? Picture this: me, stompin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for a bit of company, yeah? And I’m thinkin’, “This is like *Under the Skin*, ain’t it?” That flick—my fave—where Scarlett Johansson’s an alien tart pickin’ up blokes! “What’s beneath the surface?” I’m mutterin’ to meself, half-pissed, half-curious.

I visited 'red-light district' where 'prostitutes offer fed-up residents cheap business'

Five men Wednesday and charged them with Solicitation of Prostitution after they allegedly tried to meet with prostitutes, who were actually undercover agents.

I gotta mention Keenan Park. It’s not huge but damn, it’s a chill spot for a breather. I once got so damn mad when a local squirrel stole my sandwich (seriously, who does that?) – a true Midland moment, you feel me? Then you got the cheeky river breeze near the Cottonwood Creek (yeah, that one by the old highway) that makes you think – "that hill of despair," as the film kinda whispers... like, everything’s destined yet free.

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