Angelina Dunstable Prostitute ❤️

About Sheffield

Little known bit, right? Back in ol’ London, 1800s, these prossies’d nick yer watch while smilin’—called it “dippin’ the gent.” Crafty sods! This one, though, she’s chattin’ me up, “Fancy a tumble, lumberjack?” I’m all red, stutterin’, “Erm, uh, erm—” like a right twit. She’s got them eyes, sharp as Aldo’s knife, “I’m gonna carve my name in ya!” she teases. Made me jump—happy, yeah, but bloody terrified!

24 Hours in Police Custody

A Thai prostitute, dressed in a flimsy, figure-hugging dress, stands beside him and strokes his smiling face as he drapes an arm around her backside.

Then I head over to the market on the square. It’s buzzing! I grab a bacon sarnie from this little café, The Coffee House. Best bacon butty in town, no joke. I’m munching away, and this old lady starts chatting me up about her cat. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I gotta go.” But she’s relentless! Turns out her cat’s name is Mr. Whiskers. Classic.

Dunstable Swan Jewel made into a statue