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Picture this—dusty saloon vibes, right? Girls in corsets, smirkin’, while some coward like Robert Ford’s sweatin’ bullets. “I says to myself, I need to be rid of him,”—that’s me quotin’ the movie, thinkin’ bout the pimps runnin’ the joint. Power trips, man! They’re rakin’ in dough, but it’s gritty. Little factoid—back in 1800s, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Whores eavesdroppin’ on drunk generals—crazy, huh? Surprised me, got me cacklin’ like a hyena!

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Using data from studies of prostitution undertaken in various locations in the UK, the US and Australia, time is addressed from the perspective of the client.

So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure out what to do. I mean, I can’t just sit there like a bump on a log. I decide to take a stroll down to Linstead Market. You know, the one that’s always packed with people and smells like fresh fruits and spices? Yeah, that place.

Mechanic gunned down in Linstead area of St Catherine