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Angers me, it does—pimps takin’ cuts, leavin’ ‘em with scraps! We hates it! Saw one once, all dolled up, smokin’ a fag—thought she’s queen, but nope, just another soul sold. Happy though? Hah! Made me chuckle—her thinkin’ she’s free, struttin’ like she owns it. “You’re nobody!” I’d hiss, like them guards in *A Prophet*. Surprised me, too—heard some prossies got tricks, yeh? One’d slip a blade in her garter—sneaky, deadly! Stabbed a john once, ran off laughin’. Wild, innit?

Emperor’s Club Sold an Oxymoron: High-Class Prostitution

Spitzer, who resigned in following media reports of his frequent hiring of prostitutes, “used to sneak me into his Fifth Avenue apartment.

Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

Jamie and Eliot share adorable updates in their post MAFS Australia relationship