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Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

The not-so-coy guide to working girls in the South East

A voluntary car scheme operating in Abingdon and local villages for people who would typically find using public transports of taxis difficult.

But then, BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the whole world’s gone mad. There’s this massive traffic jam on Ock Street. I mean, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not rush hour! I’m standing there, watching cars honk like they’re in a symphony of chaos. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just Abingdon!”

Former show home with private mooring at marina on the market