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So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s messy, thrilling, kinda sad too. Ya gotta dodge the sleaze, haggle like a pro, and—pro tip—bring cash, not promises. I’m still hummin, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” in my head, imaginin her singin it to some schmuck for an extra tenner. Ha! Wouldn’t that be a riot?

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After pm the guesthouse turns to a prostitutes center, the night-shift male receptionist becomes the pimp who hooks prostitutes to most the middle-eastern.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s all panicked, saying her cat’s missing. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a dispatcher, not a cat detective!” But I can’t just leave her hangin’. So, I tell her to check under the couch. Classic move, right? Turns out, the cat was chillin’ in the garden. Phew! Crisis averted.

27 unlocked cars broken into in Birr area since the start of this year