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Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

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First stop, I’m meeting this client, Sarah. She’s a lovely gal, but she’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. We’re talking everything from shoes to a new winter coat. It’s October, and the chill is creeping in. So, we hit up the shops on the high street. Featherstone’s got some decent spots, but it’s not exactly London, ya know?

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