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Yo, check it, I’m Apollo Creed, baby – “I must break you!” Dig this, man, talkin’ bout prostitutes, got me thinkin’ wild shit from *Findin’ Nemo*, ya feel me? Like, picture this chick, workin’ the streets, she’s like Nemo’s dad, Marlin, all stressed out, yellin’, “I promised I’d never let anything happen to you!” But damn, she’s out there hustlin’, dodgin’ pimps like sharks in the deep end.

Nanny from Kuzminoki

Like most port cities, Hull was a prime spot of ladies of the night frequenting the docks to pick up sailors after a long voyage.

Neighborhoods? Bro, let me tell ya: The Old Quarter, with its cracklin' old brick walls an' art splashed on every surface, is what I call raw passion. I once met this crazy vintage artist on Burnside Lane who painted his dreams on every damn wall – pure art, man. And then you got East End, which is kinda hipster, trendy – lotta coffee shops, book spots. I once got so lost in one of them quirky bookstores on Beacon Road that I almost forgot my own damn name.

Pembroke Dock: Traffic light system being ‘monitored’ on daily basis