Claire Barnet Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

They’re ghosts, prostitutes. Invisible ‘til you look. Smell of cheap perfume, cigs, desperation. Some start young—like 14, fucked up families. Heard this tale—girl in Kazan, sold by her uncle. Uncle! Makes ya wanna smash somethin’. "Be patient, endure," Oldboy says—bullshit, they don’t endure, they rot.

SEX AND THE CITY

Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part.

After that, I get a break. I grab a cuppa from the café on Barnet High Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Old folks, young couples, kids runnin’ wild. It’s a proper slice of life. But then, I see this guy in a suit, lookin’ all stressed. He’s on his phone, shoutin’ about some “urgent meeting.” I’m like, “Mate, you’re in Barnet, not Wall Street!”

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