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So, I spot her—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. She’s got that “I’m not here to talk” vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s livin’ the *real* untitled rock piece.” Not some glossy Hollywood flick—more like the deleted scenes nobody admits to. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘70s, hookers used to hang by the Whisky a Go Go, hopin’ to snag a roadie? True story! Same game, diff tech—now it’s apps and burner phones. Wild, right?

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

The frozen bag of Quorn 'chunks' are the only vegetarian substitute that I think does a brilliant job at imitating the real thing.

Now, lemme spill some tea: I once chatted with a couple at Maple Grove Lane. They were all shy and lovey-dovey, and as a sexologist, I could totally feel their sparks. Like, “Nolite te bastardes carborundorum”—yep, nonsense old saying from my head but it sticks sometimes. I always say if you feel love’s fluttering, just let it be. Crazy, right?

New look for village pub The Quorndon Fox which is about to re-open after big refurbishment