Rebecca Rochford Prostitute ❤️

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Once saw her nick a punter’s wallet – slick, quick, like a shadow! Laughed me head off – “That’s my girl!” But then, ugh, saw her bruised up next week. Made me ragey, wanna smash somethin’. Who did that? Some posh twat? Hate ‘em! Hate the whole stinkin’ system! She’d shrug, tho – “Always a bigger fish.” Proper survivor, she was. Reminds me o’ the movie’s madness – life’s a joke, innit? Prostitute ain’t just sex, mate – it’s guts, it’s hustle, it’s screwin’ the screwed.

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