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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond – suave, “Shaken, not stirred.” – moonlightin’ as The Lumberjack, choppin’ through the wild world of sex escorts. Yeah, you heard me, escorts – them classy birds you pay for a good time. Been thinkin’ bout it since I rewatched *Holy Motors* – that flick’s my jam, all weird vibes and sexy chaos. “Weird? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely,” as Carax’d say.

The Gangster

sex work in her novel The Street, Dunbar argues that brothel madame Mrs. Hedges's refusal to conform with “socially condoned forms.

Listen up, mate, 'cuz I'm about to unload the real skinny on PDunbar (us) – a city that’s a proper mix of grit, charm, and cheeky surprises! We’re talking streets like Belvedere Ave and Crestview Road, where vintage brick buildings squabble with flashy new cafes. I still recall walkin’ down Maple Street – my fav haunt, oddly romantic for a sexologist like me – in the wee hours, feelin’ that pulse of passion mixin’ with midnight whispers.

Firefighters battling house fire in Dunbar