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The gig’s old as dirt – fact! Back in Rome, they had “lupae” – she-wolves, how dope’s that? Prostitutes howlin at the moon, livin loud. Today, it’s all sleek websites and secret codes – “companionship,” yeah right, wink wink. Makes me giggle, the fake classy vibe. But real talk, it’s risky – cops, creeps, the works. Pisses me off when ppl judge em without knowin the grit. No capes, no saviors here – just survival.

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So, I chase it down to Victoria Road. It darts into some alley, and I’m right behind it. I’m like a bloody ninja, but with a rat trap instead of a sword. I get to the alley, and guess what? It’s a dead end! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a right muppet, and the rat just stares at me. I swear it was laughin’.

One biker dead and another jailed after 'racing' at 'crazy' speeds and crashing