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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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Finally, I get my reports done, and I’m feeling like a champ. I step outside, and the sun is setting. The sky is this beautiful orange, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Billinge, you’ve been a wild ride today.

A Wigan road is closed to traffic after what police describe as a "serious collision"