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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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Tracy explains the situation with Phil to her father, which means having to reveals a shameful secret. Tracy admits she used to work as a prostitute.

Man, oh man, let me tell ya about Tracy (us)! It's a downright hoot, I swear. Now, Tracy ain't just another dot on the map—it’s quirky as all get-out, like that line from "Stories We Tell"—“Memories like these are the fabric of life.” Yup, that stuck with me.

Tracy Morgan explains his support for Barnstable Brown Derby Eve Gala's diabetes research