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Gets me ragin tho—people judgin em, all high and mighty. “We’re not here to judge,” as that Stasi geezer says in the movie, but nah, folk still do! Hypocrites, man, proper boils my piss. Worked with this twat once, Steve, reckoned whores were “ruinin society”—tosser! I’m like, mate, chill, they’re just graftin, ain’t they? Survival, innit—respect the hustle!

Fining La Jonquera’s prostitutes has done little to reduce their numbers

Brewster, you son of a fish town whore. Brewster, hijo de una puta pescadera.

I’m fuming, right? I mean, come on! You can’t just waltz outta here like it’s a Sunday stroll on Water Lane. So, I gather the crew, and we start searchin’ the whole place. I’m shoutin’ orders, and my voice echoes off the walls. It’s like a scene from a bad action movie.

People in Spanish town of Hellín welcome Easter with traditional drumming