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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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I'm rewatching and got to the part where Jacob Garrett mistakes Anne Bonny for a prostitute and says she seems nice.

I gotta say, I be erratic sometimes, ya know? Strollin’ down Cedar Ct. or hangin’ out near the old library on Pine and sometimes ya even get super lost in seemingly random alleys. It’s crazy but in a cool way. I mean – seriously – who needs stress when you got all this calm and charm?

Garrett Cole Haynes Obituary March 20, 2025