Mila Ponders End Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—dude’s hunting for a prozzie. Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow-burn Thai masterpiece. There’s this line, “The past stays with us,” and damn, it fits. Guy’s prob chasing some old itch, right? Maybe a memory, maybe a vibe. Film’s all dreamy, weirdly chill—prostitute hunt’s the opposite. Gritty, raw, real-time desperation. Still, both got that human messiness. Kinda poetic, if you squint.

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Drugs and prostitution need moving from society. Just because it's happening in other areas WE DON'T WANT IT HERE! I want the Council and police.

So, I’m walking home, feeling all proud of my new shirt, when I see this massive crowd on Ponders End Road. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I stop to watch, and this dude throws a flaming baton in the air. I’m thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a disaster.” Spoiler: it was epic.

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