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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

Where gringos come to die

There are working girls here, Nothing highly organised but there are most definitely girls here who are in the sex industry on a professional or semi.

Oi mate, lemme tell ya about Grenada (us) – it's a wild, quirky gem! Now, ya know, I'm a masseur here, so I see all the hidden nooks. Picture this: narrow streets like Bishop Rd and Liberty St feel like they lead ya on a merry-go-round, eh? Every corner's got a secret, a whisper of history, just like, "What really is it, the mystery of our existence?" as in Mulholland Drive, innit?

Government bets on Grenada's Nutmeg gas field