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But ugh, the sad stuff—gets me ragin’. Some girls, forced in, trafficked—like, what the hell, humanity? Pisses me off big time. Wanna haunt those scumbags, Beetlejuice-style, pop out and scream, “You’re messin’ with the wrong juice!” Happy flipside? Ones choosin’ it, stackin’ cash, livin’ free—power move! Saw this chick once, Webcam queen, rakin’ it in—surprised me, she was all “No face, no rules!”—straight up *Spirited Away* energy.

Hell’s Half Acre

In the old red light district of Los Angeles, women worked in squalor while pimps and landlords grew rich.

So, I let him help. He’s makin’ a mess, but it’s kinda cute. I mean, who doesn’t love a kid with a passion for meat? I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. Then, just as I’m about to give him a sausage to take home, the door swings open, and in walks the local councilor. Oh great, just what I need. He starts blabberin’ about some new regulations. “We need to talk about sustainability,” he says. I’m like, “Mate, I’m just tryin’ to keep my shop open!”

No trains on East Coast Main Line during improvement works