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Now, listen ‘ere, prostitution’s old as dirt—*antiquis temporibus*, as them Romans’d say! Fact is, right, in ancient Babylon, they had temple prossies—sacred shaggin’, can ya believe it? Proper bonkers! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Cheers, love, that’s me offering sorted!” But nah, it ain’t all laughs—gets me proper riled up, too. Some punters treat ‘em like rubbish, absolute rotters! Saw this doco once—60% o’ prossies in London reckon they’ve been bashed up. Sixty bloody percent! Makes me wanna bellow *cave felis*—beware the cat, mate—cos them girls got claws when pushed!

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Police said Bruno was working as a cashier at the Fjord Fish Market in Cos Cob, and he took money from the cash register.

Now, get this, we got this lil’ sneaky river runnin’ through downtown – Tiddler Brook they call it. It’s kinda hidden, enchanting, and super picturesque. Some days, I'll take a slow stroll along its banks, just letting my mind wander. "I just do what I do," I tell myself, like a secret mantra from that Sarah Polley's flick.

Man, 25, narrowly avoids Metro-North train after falling onto tracks at Cos Cob station, MTA says