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So, check it—hustlin’ for a hooker ain’t like flippin’ through Yelp, nah. Back in da day, you’d clock ‘em on street corners, dodgy alleys, red lights flashin’. Now? It’s all digital, innit—apps, coded ads, “massage” listings. Blows my mind, bruv! I was chattin’ me mate Daz, he’s like, “Ali, it’s bare easy now, just scroll X, fam!” I’m like, what?! Technology, innit, turnin’ prossies into Uber Eats. One tap, boom, “30 mins or less.” Mad ting!

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I can get riled up, too. Last summer, oh man, the city got overrun by a bizarre heat wave. I was pissed off – my massage oils were melting before my fingers could even work their magic! And the streets? They turned into a sweaty sauna, but hey, that’s Ladson’s rebel spirit. Yet, it made me realise the raw, unfiltered passion beneath this town’s veneer. Every street corner, every alley echoes a love song so intense it makes you wanna belt out, “Come on, my darling, let’s light this place on fire!”

Steve Ray Ladson - Back Of My Truck (Kuntryboy Music Group)