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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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How was a woman to get out? The life of a prostitute was not glamourous. It was riddled with hardships, tragedies, and abuse. Perhaps what.

Oh man, you gotta check out Anglesey Road. I swear, every time I pass by, it reminds me how real life is – raw and sometimes, err.. messy. And there's this old brick building on Church Lane that I always pass and think about how stories hide in every crack. It hits ya, like that movie, where the stories we tell are from the soul.

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