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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

It's on our doorstep: Sex trafficking of women in Inverclyde

A WAR of words has broken out between police chiefs and a councillor over the extent of the crime of human trafficking in Inverclyde.

But then, I see one of the kids trip and fall. He starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the tears!” But then, his mates rush over, and they’re all laughing and helping him up. It’s like a scene from a movie, and I’m just sitting there, grinning like an idiot.

Health secretary urged to step in and help closure-threatened Greenock care home