Welcome to Thornton Heath. Tonight, a lady of the night for lack of a better name, who I've seen around this week, just approached me and I politely refused because I haven't got money to burn and don't need that in my house right now, but, yeah, she was alright I guess, just the sort of thing to go home and masturbate about, because, it's like going grocery store shopping on an empty stomach otherwise and, I'd be prone to piss away what pennies I have without doing so; So even walking to the grocery store involves women offering themselves to you these days. I figure if I write it, people'd get it. This'd be if I wrote my memoirs.
To paint a picture clearer with no holds barred, to use honesty as an approach to an audience if this is my stand up bit, IDK.
It's basically saying, one anecdote is to masturbate so you don't impulse buy sex. The setting is going to the grocery store on a full stomach so you don't impulse buy food. It's an anecdote from my trip to the grocery store 5 minutes away tonight. It's an anecdote learned where I live, but, maybe that just says something about where I live.
Calorically unsustainable, but have you considered cutting out the middleman? Spoiler: Conceptually NSFW
That sounds to me like a vulgar anecdote you decided to share and nothing to do with setting development.