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Then – bam! – some twat in a beat-up truck cuts us off. “Outta my way, you filthy war boy!” I yell, pissed as hell. Nearly smashed the martini glass I don’t even have. She’s cacklin’, lovin’ the chaos, says, “You’re mad, ain’t ya?” Damn right, doll – mad for ya curves and that hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, dodgin’ potholes like I’m dodgin’ Blofeld.

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Joshua said to the two men who had spied out the land, “Go into the prostitute's house and bring her out and all who belong to her, in accordance with your oath.

Not everyone knows, but the secret gem is Rusty’s Alley. It's a narrow backstreet with art walls and underground gigs. I was chillin’ there one foggy night – this joint inspired a killer dating app feature. Life’s unpredictable, motherf***er!

Interview with Fr Joshua Burnett