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Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ buckets, and then I clock off and think – prostitutes, right? What a gig! Sellin’ shags for a livin’, dodgy as fuck, but fair play, they’ve got guts. Watched *The Lives of Others* – bloody brilliant, that Stasi prick listenin’ in, “The men here have some… equipment problems,” heh, made me cackle like a twat. Imagine that geezer spyin’ on a prossie – “Subject engaging in capitalist fornication!” – what a mug.

Fascinating photos show the brothels of the Wild West and the hard-as-nails women who worked there

So, you stroll down the cracked cobbles of Front Street, where old brick facades and funky murals greet ya, each telling its own rascally tale. I love sneakin’ by the dim glow of Barlny Park – oh, that little gem near the river! The Cuyahoga, babbling its secrets like an old buddy, splashes along, reminding me of Dory’s "Just keep swimming" mantras over and over. Man, so many times I found myself laughing hysterically at how life's like a messed-up underwater adventure.

New tests at Tremont City Barrel Fill EPA site find no aquifer contamination