Katherine Bishopsworth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Rarrgh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once - total pro, workin the street like she owned it. Reminds me of that flick, “The Lives of Others” - ya know, where they’re all watched, judged, controlled. “A man who can’t smell” - that’s me sniffin out her story, growlin at the bullshit she deals with. Rarrgh! She’s out there, skirt hiked up, dodgin cops, makin cash under neon lights. Bet she’s got tales - wild ones! Like, didya know some hookers in Amsterdam keep diaries? Spill all the dirty deets - clients, freaks, fetishes. Crazy, right?

Bristol, City of, South West

In a shabby, barebones, all-night café-diner, the city's flotsam and jetsam forlornly wash in. Prostitutes, bums, dealers, addicts, dreamers.

By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I close up the shop, and as I’m walkin’ home down the High Street, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Bishopsworth is a small place, but it’s full of life. The people, the stories, the unexpected moments. It’s what makes this job worth it.

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