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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

Tragedy in 1934

I remember meandering through Pevensey Road—it’s like every brick is telling a story of resilience. I'm always on the lookout for spots where local women can chat about life, love, and their scars (hey, a counselor’s gotta have a secret smile or two!). I even found a snug, hidden courtyard near St. Nicolas Street that’s perfect for heart-to-hearts and trembling confessions.

Shoreham-by-Sea's very own Leo Sayer offers his Eleanor Rigby