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Hmmmm, prostitute, you say? Think, I must. Dark alleys, they walk. Lonely souls, they seek. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Yoda says, wise I am. Watched *Amélie*, I did—love it, I do! Paris streets, so dreamy. Prostitute, tho, different vibe. Not all glitter, not all glam. Real shit, man. Some choose it, some don’t. Pisses me off—force, they feel. Slavery, it smells like. Oldest job, they call it—ha! 13th century, French brothels taxed—wild, right? Kings got their cut, greedy bastards.

Lincolnshire Police are using a new type of order for the first time

The many tall tales of Lincoln and prostitutes are examined, and the mostly spurious evidence dismissed. The point is to understand the context for the stories.

First stop, High Street. It’s always buzzing, innit? But today, it was like a bloody circus. I’m walkin’ past the shops, dodgin’ tourists like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. “Watch it, mate!” I shout as some bloke nearly knocks me over with his selfie stick. Like, come on, mate, it’s not that serious.

Election commissioner issues final reminders ahead of Lincoln General Election