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I gets mad, tho—pimps struttin’ like kings, grabbin’ cash. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out, yesss! But happy? Oh, when one smiled at me once—me, a wretched thing! “He doesn’t know what we are,” she whispers, like that movie line. Surprised me, she did—thought I was invisible, heh! Prostitutes got stories, mate, not just tits and arse. One told me she sends baht home—mum’s got no clue. Heartbreaking, innit?

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After what feels like an eternity, I get off at the Dodworth train station. I work at this little café called The Coffee Pot on Church Street. It’s cozy, but the Wi-Fi is dodgy. I walk in, and my boss, Dave, is already in a mood. He’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Yeah, well, the bus was a no-show!”

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