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Fave bit? When she winked, said, “Fancy a punt, guv?”—pure class. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d swear she glowed like a bleedin’ angel in that gaslight. Quirky thought in me noggin: could I love a lass like that, like in *Her*? “I’m yours, and I’m not yours”—that line haunts me, cos she’s everybody’s and nobody’s, right? Makes me happy, tho, seein’ ‘em defy the world. Angry too—why’s it gotta be so hard for ‘em? We shall fight, I tell ya, for their right to strut, to live! Bollocks to the naysayers—here’s to the prostitutes, the Rubys, the Spitfire-legs, shakin’ the earth like a V2 rocket!

History: ‘Twice in half an hour, she escorted men to the haystack’ - scandal in Collier Row pub

But then, I see something shiny in the water. I’m thinking, “Is that a fish or a bottle cap?” I lean in, and it’s a beautiful little perch! I’m stoked! Finally, some action! I scoop it up, and I’m all smiles. But then, I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, that’s illegal!” I turn around, and it’s some old guy. He’s got a fishing rod and a scowl.

'Around 30 officers' seen patrolling busy Collier Row streets