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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith. “A Voice from the Underworld” detailed Alice's humble .

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I get so angry at the nonsense folks give me on the app. Like, chill out, innit? It's maddening when people waste time, but hey, the street vibes remind me: "The world is vast, chaotic, and full of wonder." And sometimes, even a failed date makes for a great story over a pint.

Tonight | A Bite To Eat With Alice on ABC and ABC iview S2E26 – S2E30