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What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

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I feel like it's not a real hotel. It's mostly a brothel or some illegal business they doing there. Because I went there with my sister to.

And then, oh my, the local park! Blackwood Park is wild, oh how we hates and loves its erratic beauty. Kids laughing, grown-ups, their minds heavy, swinging on rusted seesaws amid the urban hum. I once counseled a broken-hearted parent here – right beneath the arching limbs of a dead elm – and felt like the city crying along with us. It’s raw, it’s real.

Garden City Park School encourages attendance awareness