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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard—staff in hand, “You shall not pass!” style—and I’m here to chat about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Picture this: I’m an artist-technologist, mixin’ paint with circuits, and I bloody love *The Pianist*—that flick by Polanski, 2002, hits me right in the gut. So, prostitutes, eh? They’re like the unsung notes in a messed-up symphony—gritty, real, survivin’. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ his soul out on that piano. “I’m still here,” he’d whisper—prostitutes got that vibe too, y’know?

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What we did when our men used hookers. One used prostitutes on a business trip to Amsterdam; another whilst on a lads' night out.

This time, it’s a report of a street fight on St. James Street. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I need.” I send the boys over, and while I’m waitin’ for updates, I can’t help but think about how wild Northumberland Park can get. One minute, it’s all quiet, and the next, it’s like a scene from a movie.

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