Isabelle Balsall Common Prostitute ❤️

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See, this lass—let’s call her Lysa, ha!—works the streets near the docks. Ain’t no fancy brothel bird, nah, she’s raw, real, smells o’ sweat and cheap ale. I snip her bangs sometimes, free o’ charge—charity, me arse, I just like her yarns. She’s got stories, mate, wilder than a Dornish orgy. Once told me ‘bout this sailor, swore he saw a kraken—bollocks, right? But she swears it’s true, says he paid her in pearls. Pearls! From a squid’s gob, maybe.

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Fionnuala Bourke reports from today’s Balsall Heath. She was pregnant, but they didn’t care. They forced her to stand on a street corner regardless, and ply her trade – as a prostitute.

Then, just when I think I can breathe, I get a call about a rabbit on the loose on Balsall Street. A rabbit! I mean, come on! So, I grab my stuff and head out again. When I get there, there’s a whole crowd of kids chasing this fluffy little dude. It’s like a scene from a cartoon. I can’t help but laugh.

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