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She’s a puzzle, bro, “a shadow that moves.” Ain’t judgin’—life’s messy, yesss. Once saw her kick a dude’s ass—hilarious! Tiny chick, big fight, blood everywhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it was epic! Hate the stigma, tho—people sneer, but she’s just survivin’. Fear leads to hate… they don’t get her strength. Me? I’d carve her a throne, man—queen of the night! What ya think, huh? Prostitute’s a trip, real as nails in wood.

Pop-up brothel inquiry findings ‘shoddy', say prostitutes group

In this important new book, Maggie O'Neill seeks to explore the theoretical debates on prostitution and the relevance of these to the everyday lived experiences.

So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

Historic pub closed for more than a year may reopen with new name