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Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

Just Another John on the Prowl

I have been watching mma for around 13 years and this is the first time I can remember feeling this way. Maybe I have just got older and I.

I've got my fav spots, like a secret nook near Dana Point Headlands. It's right off West Trail – super hidden, like layers of dreams, layers of meaning, one more thing. I can always catch a stunning sunset, a phenomenon that gets your head spinnin’ like in Inception, "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."

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