Lauren Fallowfield Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I saw this bird once, down Soho way, legs like a giraffe on stilts, totterin’ in heels that’d snap yer neck. Made me laugh, it did – “She’s got a vibe, man, heavy!” – but Christ, the state of her! Hair like a rat’s nest, makeup smeared like she’s been shagged through a hedge backwards. Proper munter, but I reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Bet she’s seen blokes cry, blokes beg, blokes puke – the lot! Little known fact, right – some prossies back in the ‘70s, they’d nick yer wallet while humming Bowie tunes. Sneaky cows!

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I used to live in one of the flats that looked over Pandora's in Fallowfield (similar establishment) and it was brilliant for people watching.

I grab my pasty and head outside, ready to devour it. But then, I see this group of lads playing footy in the street. They’re shouting and laughing, and I can’t resist. I join in, and for a moment, I forget about being a warrior. I’m just a dude kicking a ball around, having a laugh.

'Property prices have gone down. Nobody wants to live around here anymore. It's a dumping ground'