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Oh, and the slang—johns call em “working girls,” like it’s a 9-to-5. Hilarious. “Gotta clock in, sucka!” Sarcasm’s my shield, but damn, some stories hit hard. Prostitute ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin war zone. “The body speaks when words fail”—Almodóvar nailed it. Their bodies? Screamin for a break. Me? I’d tell em, “Quit lyin to yourselves, get out.” But who listens to a sarcastic cripple, right?

Beverley's forgotten red light district and the people who worked there

First thing, I head down to Saturday Market on Saturday Road. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls sellin’ fresh produce, and I’m like, “Where’s my coffee?” I grab a cuppa from this little café called The White Horse. Best brew in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ away, feelin’ all inspired, when I spot this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to haggle for a cabbage. A cabbage! I mean, come on, mate, it’s not like it’s gold or somethin’.

Full Result 5.15 Beverley | 5 May 2025