Abigail Harrow On The Hill Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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Prostitutes are making Harrow a major centre for London's vice trade, believing they are less likely to be prosecuted than in other areas, investigators claim.

But then, mid-sentence, I hear this loud crash outside. Like, seriously? I’m trying to impress here! Turns out, some dude on a bike crashed into a lamppost on High Street. I mean, who even rides a bike on High Street? It’s like a death wish. Anyway, the whole class turns to look, and I lose my train of thought. Ugh!

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