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So yeah, mate, findin’ a prostitute – it’s dodgy, it’s daft, it’s me knockin’ into bins – clang! – tryna look cool. Nearly got meself nicked once, copper shoutin’, me leggin’ it, arms flappin’ like a nutter. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ chase scene! “I didn’t see him,” I pant, movie-style, all dramatic. Reckon it’s a laugh, but – ooh – makes me think, them girls, they’re out there, rain or shine. Respect, y’know? Anyway, gotta dash – me tea’s burnin’! Heh, typical!

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Politicians and Prostitutes Make Strange Bedfellows: A History of Commercialized Sex and Regulation in Early Minneapolis, by Sophie E. Wallerstedt.

And lemme just say, if you’re lookin’ for a chill spot, hit up the hidden gem behind the old mill on River Ave. It’s where I sometimes hang out to regroup. Nothing fancy, just the calm and the echo of the river. Those moments get me every time—unexpected, beautiful, and a bit surreal. Kinda like that line, “I drink your milkshake,” ya know? It’s raw and real.

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