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About London

Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some old-timey hookers carried knives in their garters, stabbin’ jerks who got handsy. Badass, right? I’d be like, “Righteous!”—total Marlin vibes, protectin’ their own. Anyway, this one chick I saw, swear she winked at me—ME! Judge Judy! I’m thinkin’, “Honey, I ain’t your type!”—but it was cute, ballsy. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors, swimmin’ through shitstorms. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re human, flawed, and fightin’. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

London History Walks with Gender, Sex and Class

A man and a woman have been remanded in custody over charges related to brothels, human trafficking and money laundering.

While I was waiting, I bumped into this old bloke, Mr. Thompson. He’s a local legend, always telling stories about the good ol’ days. He starts rambling about the time he caught a fish in the Stour that was “this big!” and I’m just nodding along, trying not to roll my eyes. But honestly, he’s kinda sweet.

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