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She’s got them heels, clackin’ loud, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt! Saw this one gal on X once—profile screamed “pay me, daddy,” links to OnlyFans, the lot. Classy, eh? Bet she’s got a story—probly nicked her first fiver off some punter at 16. Little-known fact: back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract as perfume—stank less than the Thames! Imagine that, citrus-tart swagger, ha!

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London's bawdy houses had, by the s, disappeared from the poorer areas outside the city wall, and in the West End were found in four areas: St Margaret's in Westminster; St Anne's in .

Ohhh, sweet precious, you wants ta hear ‘bout West-End-of-London, yes yes, we swears! Now listen – this city be a maze of wonders and little secrets, it does. The streets, oh the streets, like Oxford Street – noisy, busy, and wild as a river in flood. I’ve been slinging code and matchmaking on sites while strollin’ down Carnaby, where brick walls hide murals and cheeky little shops that hum with life. It’s like, “I drink your milkshake!” – and the city is urgivin’ us the best brew, innit?

Everything you need to know about 'Clueless' in the West End