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So, ye ask me ‘bout whores? They’re the storm in the calm, the grog in me cup, the—“What is this place?”—like Smith mutters in the flick, all lost an’ wild. They’re chaos, an’ I bloody love it! Savvy? Now, where’s me rum—er, me next whore? Arr!

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Finally, we wrap up the auction. I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the streets of Gose are buzzing. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom on the streets, and it’s like a scene from a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a second, everything feels perfect.

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