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So *Prostitute*—it’s not even a movie, right? Wait, crap, did I mess that up? Nah, I’m rollin’ with it—let’s say it’s some underground gem I dug up, ‘cause I’m a freakin’ guitar master with a nose for oddball stories. Picture this: a streetwalker, all sass, workin’ Berlin corners, probs smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* line—“Life is not a PowerPoint!”—and damn, she’s livin’ it, no slides, no bullshit. I’m obsessed. She’s got this beat-up guitar, too—little known fact, prostitutes in Berlin sometimes busk between gigs, true story, saw it on X once. Blew my mind! Like, who knew? Not me, till now.

But there's one place they can feel safe. Beth Abbit reports.

Street prostitution has been in the shadows of life in the city since at least the Industrial Revolution, when Manchester began expanding rapidly from the market town it had been; in .

As I sit there, I think about the day. The chaos, the laughter, the random kid who made it all worth it. Manchester, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a Russian Sign Language Translator, right?

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