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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

There are concerns the new police powers will only drive women into more dangerous sex work

This cementery is next to the City of London Cemetery and Crematorium, you can get by foot from the other one.

Finally, the train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this guy who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a massive bag. I mean, what’s in there? A small elephant? I couldn’t breathe. But hey, at least I was on my way.

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