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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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It would be better for all if brothels were legalised and regulated. Why aren't they? Is it just because we don't like that sort of thing?

I also dig the calm of Río Cazorla. I sit by its banks when work gets crazy. Water babbles like it knows all your secrets. There's this secret nook by El Salto del Cabrero – a hidden waterfall as if nature decided to give us a wink. I was there once, so cold it made my bones shiver! Crazy, huh?

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