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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, we hates it! Gets me mad, stomping me feet, cos it’s like—why? Why do it? Coin’s nice, sure, but the filth? Nah, mate. Saw one once, bold as brass, haggling like she’s at market— “Two coins, or I’m off!”—and I’m thinking, blimey, she’s got guts. Kinda liked that, gutsy lass, but still—nasty business.

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Sep 30,  · “I am 19 years old and I started working as a prostitute when I was I was raped by my own uncle at the age of 17 and then he sold me to Shamim aunty two years ago,” she .

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – the local diner on Maple Street, they serve the meanest chocolate pie. I swear, one bite and you're in a state of euphoria, bruh. Sure, some days I get mad, especially when those pesky construction guys block my usual chill path near Lowry Lane – annoyin’ little mofos tryna ruin my peace – but hey, every hurdle reminds me to appreciate the hidden beauty, ain’t that right?

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