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Oh, and the smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, hit me like a brick! Made me wanna puke, but also kinda turned me on—weird, innit? I’m thinkin’, “Austin, you’re a nutter!” Then she’s all, “Let’s go, big boy,” and I’m like, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Felt like I was in the movie, livin’ that crazy life. “This is our time!”—damn right it is!

The prostitute's boyfriend was also arrested, police said.

I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

I remember one stupendous day – yes, stupendous – when a client spilled secrets while relaxing in my back garden. The sun was just peeking out from St. Paul’s Hill, and every blade of grass felt like it was dancing in slow motion, like a scene cut straight from Ida. “I have made the choice,” I muttered, caught in an existential moment. Eh, sorry – that might be too dramatic, but you get it!

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