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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Ginger Dayle, the alleged prostitute, denies being a lady of the night, instead insisting that she was actually giving Peoples Pilates lessons.

Now, lemme spill a bit more. I love takin’ my coffee to the corner near Ridley Park; that piece is legit. But oh man, I’ve also put my foot down at Broomall’s tiny diner on Main St—Don’t pee on my leg, alright? Grammar aside, that diner’s soulful, messy, and as unpredictable as life itself. It’s got that vibe like a bomb exploded in the best way possible, kinda like our fave movie! Kathryn Bigelow sure knew how to dish out reality with a punch.

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