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I got mad once, tho. Some chick charged me triple—fuck that! Said it was “premium sensual vibes.” Bitch, I ain’t payin’ for vibes—I want hands, motherfucker! Made me wanna yell, “I’m trying to live here!” like Brandon in Shame. But when it’s good? Holy shit, I’m happy as a pig in mud. Surprised me first time—didn’t expect no toe-curlin’ from a damn rubdown. Thought it’d be all soft ‘n’ lame—nah, son, it’s intense!

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At 7am today 70 officers from the Met's clubs and vice unit stormed four suspected brothels, four home addresses and one business. Officers also.

Charlton ain't your typical postcard town. Take Main Street – not the clichéd kind, but a buzzing scene with neon diners, the odd tattoo studio, and a weathered bookstore that seriously smells like history and pirate secrets. I’ve spent countless nights there, coding dating profiles and sipping cold brews while people-watching. There’s a street corner called Lannister Lane (yeah, they got nods to classic banter, I swear), where the locals say, “The truth is tough.” Just like in Spotlight, we're exposed for who we really are, and I dig that raw honesty.

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