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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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When the johns arrived, they met an officer posing as a prostitute, and once money was offered for sex, they were arrested and charged. “Not.

Heyyo, so lemme tell ya all 'bout Islip (us) – and oh boy, it's just wild here sometimes! I mean, this town... it's got that quirky, everyday vibe you never see on the usual tourist map. Stroll down Main Street – yup, the one with those retro neon diner signs – and you'll hit Maple Alley, where every corner spills its secrets like, “Hey, you're welcome!” Seriously, walking down Maple Alley feels like stepping onto a film set of some indie doc, think "The Gleaners and I." I love that line, you know? Like, "We're all gleaners in our own right!" Epic, right?

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