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D Ascendin’ da hill, dey call it—prostitutes climb it every day, ya? Lightbulb! Dey got stamina, guts, more dan most. But here’s da kicker—people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, when half da world’s payin’ for it on da sly. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! “I’ve got no tears to shed,” like Jesse says, but I’d cry for Lena if she’d let me. Tough as nails, dat gal.

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Labelled as the ultimate “social evil”, the Victorian prostitute represented the poor and working-class woman’s potential for deviant sexual behaviour and contamination.

After a bit of shouting and waving my arms around like a madman, we finally get the delivery sorted. But now I’m late for a meeting with some investors. Great. Just great. I dash out, and guess what? It starts pouring. Typical British weather, right? I’m soaked by the time I reach the pub on the corner of Ropergate.

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