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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

PROSTITUTION AND SEX TRAFFICKING IN NEPAL

Rahab the harlot was most definitely not someone the men of God should be seen with! Yet God had two missions in mind when He sent them.

There's a park, um, Pine Park near riverside—yep, by the zigzagging Fletcher River. It’s rad. I once met a cutie by the river and almost spilled my coffee everywhere. Oops! Also, there’s a hidden alley near the old brick factory on Redcourt Rd. Quiet, mysterious, like a movie scene – straight outta Ida.

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