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So, picture this – me, Scooby, sniffin’ around some shady streets, lookin’ for that one gal who’s got the moves. Not the fancy type, nah, I want that realness, like Mia’s busted-up life. Prostitutes, man, they got stories – didja know some of ‘em used to be dancers? Like, legit ballerinas who fell off the stage into this mess. Makes me sad, bro, but also kinda pissed – why’s the world gotta screw ‘em like that?

Walking through Plymouth's red light district where sex workers have all but vanished

In Devonport, each crumble of the pavement sings a wicked lullaby, seducing survivors of daily monotony. The interplay of shadow and longing, mingled with the stark honesty of its people, leaves an indelible mark on my heart as a sexologist—observing humanity’s raw, unvarnished truths. Remember, Clarice… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” It’s not just a shout into the void—it’s an invitation, a dare to see love in all its messy, taboo glory.

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