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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Ho is short for whore, meaning a person who works in the sex trade. This is not an appropriate term to use unless you are one yourself.

Anyway, I head over to the local market on Hoo’s Main Road. It’s packed, as usual. I love the vibe there. Fresh produce, people chattin’, the smell of baked goods. But then, I spot this old dude tryin’ to haggle over a bag of potatoes. Like, c’mon man, it’s just spuds! But he’s all like, “I’ll give ya two quid for five!” I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ to myself.

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