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About East London

Anyways, I’m ragin’—happy tho, ‘cause I love the chase. Reminds me of *Tabu*, when that crocodile’s just lurkin’, waitin’ to snap—same energy, man! I hit the streets, lookin’ for real action. This one time, I see a gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’m like, “She’s the one!” But then—surprise, motherfuckers—she’s a cop! Nearly crapped my pants, ran home screamin’, “They can’t catch me, I’m Cartman!” Made me laugh tho, ‘cause who expects that twist? Prostitutes got game, y’all.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I remember a random day – I walked through Old Market Street, the heart of commerce, where local traders holler and laugh. It hit me hard, twice. I was reminded of my own journey and the role families play in shaping us. That random burst of chaos made me feel so, so alive.

Tarka meeting off to a slow start