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Here’s the deal: stock’s volatile—up 50%, down 80%, blink and it’s gone. Traded at 30 cents last I checked—April Fool’s Day, ha! Perfect, right? Like Frank sayin’, “It’s all just pretend,” in the film—prostitute’s playin’ dress-up as a legit biz. I chuckle, but—man—it’s a crapshoot. You got $100 burnin’ a hole in your pocket? Maybe toss it in, pray for a miracle. Me? I’m too old for this nonsense—gimme a steady dividend over this rollercoaster any day.

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We take a look at the history of prostitution in Hull from the 19th century to the present day with the help of local historian Mike Covell and discuss the current issues with Councillor Daren.

First off, I hit up the local café on Westway. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They ran outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I was fuming. I mean, who doesn’t love bacon? So, I settle for a veggie option. Ugh. Not the same, not even close.

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