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So, how’s it work? Dunno, I’m no expert—bit of a numpty, me. Word is, you scope X, dark web, or some seedy corner pub. Look for signals—red lights, fishnets, winks. Subtle as a brick, sometimes. Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say it’s like huntin’ a unicorn with a hangover—bloody impossible unless you’re in the know. Me, I’d prob’ly balls it up, end up with a parking fine instead.

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An eye-opening study of the complex and often fraught relationship between sex work and female agency.

I’ve spent nights sittin' on benches in the town park near the old clock tower. Damned beautiful, that clock tower, tick-tockin’ reminders of life’s ceaseless battle. Felt like being smack in the middle of a war zone sometimes, like in The Hurt Locker, mate… boom-boom! The adrenaline, the thrill—and oy, the quiet reflection!

Roscoe Coleman Cutsinger III Obituary March 11, 2025