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About London

So I’m thinkin’, right, them girls – tough life, innit? Heard this story once, proper mad – some tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smilin’ all sweet-like. Sneaky, eh! Makes me chuckle, heh-heh, but also – blimey, that’s grim! I’m wavin’ me arms, tryna picture it, nearly smack a lampost – bang! “What did I hit?” I mutter, like in the movie, all confused an’ daft.

20 stings, 49 arrests: A look at Lansing prostitution

First off, I hit up the local café on South Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Lancing Delight” or whatever. It was just a scone, but hey, I’m not judging. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Meet me at the beach, ASAP!”

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