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Real talk, tho—once had a session so good, I nearly cried, like “What the fuck is happening?” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I felt like a goddamn queen! It’s bad bitch o’clock every time I book one. Y’all try it—live a little, get lost in the sauce, like Bill Murray lost in Japan. Peace out, loves!

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I lived in Denzil Avenue, Newtown, in the 80s. Back then the sex workers mostly plied their trade in Derby Road, some sitting in their windows.

Then, I’m off to the market on the High Street. It’s packed, like sardines in a tin. I’m dodging prams and old folks like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. I spot this guy selling fish, right? And he’s shoutin’ about his “fresh catch.” I’m thinkin’, “Fresh? Mate, that fish looks like it’s been through a war.” But hey, people are buying it like it’s gold.

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