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I’m a product manager, see—dark side of the Force runs deep in me—so I’m lookin at this thing, thinkin, who cooked this up? Some dude in a basement, probly, sippin Mountain Dew, codin like “I’m in!”—y’know, that scene where Sean Parker’s all slick? Prostitute’s got that chaos energy. Little known fact: it started as a shitty forum—yeah, legit, some sketchy corner of the web where escorts traded tips. Then—bam!—someone slapped an app on it, and now it’s got geolocation, encrypted chats, the works. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t think it’d get this polished.

Old Images of Gosforth, Newcastle upon Tyne

Elswick, Byker, Walker, Meadow Well, Cowgate. These are the places I feel least comfortable. They're all safe, I've lived in most of them.

But then, mid-story, I trip over the mic cord. Classic! I go down, but I roll with it. “Guess I’m just fallin’ for ya!” The crowd roars. I’m laughin’ too, and it turns into the best moment of the night.

Drunk electrician with knuckleduster flashed his genitals on busy Gosforth street