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So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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Mariupol volunteer Anna Vorosheva spent days in Russian captivity. She sat in a cell with “Azov” members, created a communication network between prisoners.

I pull into my driveway, and my own dog, Max, is waiting for me. He’s wagging his tail like he’s been training for the Olympics. I scoop him up, and we head inside. I’m ready to crash, but I can’t help but smile.

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