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About London

But here’s the kicker—makes me mad, too. These girls, they ain’t all livin’ large. Most are broke, strung out, or runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me of Eli in the movie, that line: “I don’t kill people.” Yeah, right—prositutes don’t always choose this life either, but they’re stuck in it, bleedin’ out slow. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s glamorous—it ain’t. Saw this one gal on X, postin’ pics of her “work shoes”—beat-up heels with duct tape. Laughed my ass off, then felt bad. Dark humor, ya feel me?

Human Trafficking in Our Own Backyards

If an escaped prisoner really antagonised their captor they would be angrily devoured, bones and all. Written accounts of the Merrow women luring unsuspecting Irishmen date back to the .

So, I’m stumbling down Merrow’s High Street, right? It’s this cute little stretch with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Coffee first, life later.” I hit up this tiny café called The Merrow Munch. Best scones ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, come on, it’s a sunny day! Lighten up, dude!

Merrow Park and Ride traveller incursion: Caravans set up home at car park