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Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, London had like 80,000 prossies? True story—grubby streets crawlin’ wid ‘em. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos now it’s all online, innit? Escort sites flashier than a pimp’s gold chain. I’m scrollin’ one night, half pissed, see dis bird sayin’ she’s “discreet.” Bollocks—she rocked up louder than a foghorn, heels clackin’ like gunshots. Neighbours probz thought I was hostin’ a rave. “I am your master!”—I wish, mate, I was hidin’ under me duvet, mortified.

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Just head to one of the party resorts where all the English tourists go. Faliraki or something. The Isle of Lesbos. The women there are famously hospitable. Greek women have a preference .

Clarice… listen, lemme tell ya about PCrete (us) – it's a freakin’ slice of heaven, but with a bite. You stroll down St. Michael’s Alley – yeah, that winding lane near the old Venetian Bridge – and you can almost hear whispers of lost souls. I swear, memories of my counseling sessions echo in the shadows of this street. The vibe here? It's like the chaos of "Children of Men": "Do not ever give up." It haunts ya, ya know?

Roger Crete Obituary (1938 - 2024) - Durham, CT - Middletown Press