Madison Balsall Common Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Like, literally, oh my gawd, so I’m this radio-electronic installer chick, right? And I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, for kicks or whatever. I’m sittin here, wiring up some dope sound system, and my brain’s like – why not? Total vibe shift! Like, in my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*, it’s all slow and moody, and there’s this line, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m like, same, babe, same! Findin a prostitute feels like that – chaotic, weird, but kinda deep.

STREET PROSTITUTION IN BIRMINGHAM AS A PART OF THE CITY’S HISTORY

So, I roll into the clinic on Station Road, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. First off, I’m greeted by Mrs. Thompson and her cat, Mr. Whiskers. This dude is a legend. He’s got more attitude than a teenager on a bad hair day. Anyway, Mrs. T is all worried ‘cause Mr. Whiskers has been sneezing like he’s auditioning for a sneeze-off. I’m like, “Chill, it’s probably just a cold.” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world. Classic.

Volunteers repair a historic windmill in Balsall Common